The Georgetown Independent

Karan Balaji and Neel Banerjee

2020

Tianna Mobley

2020

"in a parallel universe"

1. 

a primrose path through

the deep end beneath

an ultraviolet supernova

2.

snow day

champagne cheese puff

strawberry sagebush

tulips inspiring

mystical heartrush

monsoon scarecrow

radical timberally

"there's no place like home"

1. 

a sudden grass sta...

negative three: number theory

from FILM NOTES ON A GOD WHO DREAMS WITH THE SKY PAINTED NEON: A Documentary

Aging is just learning new definitions for numbers. Is changing

numerical figures to human ones. Is remaking digits as the

spacing of fingers, to their capac...

A tavern roars inside your eggshell body.

     Your stagnant feet are boats, marooned in ice.

          Beneath your nose is acrid fruit, rotting.

Upon a lute, goblins strum your folly,

     Screaming. They are shearing wool from w...

Deborah Han

Little boy lost his frisbee in the water, tossed too far

It dips under the surface, 

for an instant almost sucked into the depths of complete strange 

but the rays off the sea off the cliff off the half fog mushy Davenport air 

catch the hard blue 

found, and back to...

where’s the buck go when it rains

or the squirrel

into a little hole? 

trees now feeling rain

they remain calm 

what is nature, but a reflection of ourselves 

nothing untouched by humanity 

and what is human, really 

but that grey smog which has cloaked the earth 

nevert...

Alexis Gorfine

If I were lighter and more buoyant,
My bones not of lead
Nor my humors of mercury,
Then this ocean floor may not have
Chewed the soles of my feet so savagely.
If only you, Herophile, had been
My sandals or cast the Hooded One
To walk alongside me
Beyond this aqu...