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Posts published in “Literary”
Words Around Me
By LOUISA MILLER-OUT on March 2020
It’s your world Salvage the bones Young, peculiar ones, Unravel The dark magic On the other side of freedom Shatter The shadow plague Chase A…
Ratthew
By LOUISA MILLER-OUT on March 2020
There was a young teacher named Matt Who was constantly plagued by a rat. He cursed day and night, Till it finally took flight, But…
Rebuttal
By ANNA WESTWIG on March 2020
Some say quick haikus Could be done by anyone, But the critics don’t.
Valentine
By ANNA WESTWIG on February 2020
The bees creep along the doorframe, golden-lacquered wings brushing the corners of chipped, white paint. The gentle rasp of their wings, tucked tight against…
Not My President
By LOUISA MILLER-OUT on February 2020
An Anti-Love Poem Misogynist, ableist, floundering brute, He makes people fear a white man in a suit. He’s vile and heinous, a villain at large,…
Dedicated to My Shower Gel
By RAIA GUTMAN on February 2020
Cucumber and melon I feel tied to the earth with a heap of you on my fingers. I haven’t eaten melon since summer, cucumber I…
February 2020 Haiku Contest
By LELAND XU, MAYA BLANCHARD on February 2020
Winner: Censorship By MAYA BLANCHARD Sometimes [redacted] And then I [redacted], but [redacted] and . . . yeah _____________________________ Other Submissions: …
2020 Literary Issue
By Tattler Editor-in-Chief on January 2020
winter — found poem
By CHLOE MOORE on December 2019
I would like to decorate this silence, but my house grows only cleaner. What old December’s bareness everywhere The sky moves in its whiteness…
Winter Haunts
By ANNA WESTWIG on December 2019
(Inspired by “Stopping in the Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost) I do not know whose woods these are. They must belong…
The Letters
By ABIGAIL LEONARD on December 2019
Unsent messages, Notes on a paper, Many unsaid words saved for later. Crammed in a drawer, Or crumbled on the floor. They contained secrets,…
The Interrogation
By LOUISA MILLER-OUT on December 2019
It’s a sunny day, bright and brisk. The air tastes like winter, and trees are shedding their exhausted leaves left and right. The impatient little…
Untitled
By ANIA PILLARDY on December 2019
Everything you need to know if you find yourself speaking in tongues you do not recognize: Do not panic, this is most likely because…
December Haiku Contest
By THE TATTLER EDITORIAL BOARD on December 2019
Minthe and Kore
By MJ STUELKE on November 2019
“Minthe!” I opened my eyes at the sound of my name. The day was bright and sunny, with a sweet-scented breeze carrying flower petals across…
No One Makes Haiku Anymore
By LELAND XU on November 2019
I read a book on Haiku for this? Validate, please, my existence.
A Nontraditional Thanksgiving
By LOUISA MILLER-OUT on November 2019
It’s Thursday, November 28. My immediate family, several grandparents, and a jolly bunch of cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and friends have all convened under…
Tangerine
By ANNA WESTWIG on November 2019
We held the tangerine like a question behind our teeth; an orange globe of sun balanced on our tongue, shards of light splintering out into…
Peaches
By ANNA WESTWIG on November 2019
Fruit is the thing with innocence— so it’s odd that we call it flesh. Holding with hands—omnipotence— children of farmers away from the thresh …
Madame la Guillotine
By LOUISA MILLER-OUT on November 2019
I’m set to go, my blade is raised Around me, jaws have dropped, My lover lets go of my string. Voilà, a heart is stopped.…
Percy and Jay: Chapter One
By RAIA GUTMAN on October 2019
They met at a housewarming party on Terrace Road, a housewarming party in a large white house with a barn behind it. The boy on…
Bloodlust
By MJ STUELKE on October 2019
Hiss . . . Bang! Thump, thump, thump . . . The girl groaned and rolled over, stuffing her pillow around her ears. She did…
To Autumn Blackout Poetry
By LINDSAY WANG on October 2019
Untitled
By RAIA GUTMAN on October 2019
Autumn’s musings greet me as a weathered friend She escorts me through dying sunlight’s gaze She kisses me and with it draws red blood, Which…
autumn limbo
By CHLOE MOORE on October 2019
i said i wanted to start over and it seems the world agreed, painting over with aspen gold, like some kind of midas touch and…
moon
By ANNA WESTWIG on September 2019
it sits there like a dinner plate, that moon yellow and wide-eyed on the horizon. mute and studying a girl who is nothing…