2020 Selected Alumni Writing
A selection of poetry and prose submitted for the 2020 magazine season by Del Val alumni.
Through Glass Panes and Bug Screens, I See Mortality
1:30am| With open eyes and ears unclogged, police lights; red hues and blues flash in an instant, they U Turn under an orbiting Mars and a dim sun, driving out of my peripheral. I can’t sleep while my thoughts are awake. My grandmother died before Christmas and it got me thinking. Death is passed down by genetics, every family member possess the capability to die, a raindrop must have slipped thr...
Shed
Did Medusa ever look at herself in the mirror, Hoping to rid herself of ache by petrifying her insides? Does the venom swallow her up? Unless she pursues the flesh she hates to satisfy Briefly. With the aftertaste of retribution, Before her mouth replenishes the acid, Such an insatiable yearning. A beautiful gorgon that cannot be fed By mere blood and lust alone. Plagued...
October 2019
had a thought recently how it’s all ones and zeroes passing through and love is when sequence after sequence floating in a void of black, soundless nothing 1 & 0 & 1 & 0 and all the sudden there’s colors so bright & songs you’ve never heard pulling you someplace that’s cut you open inside 1s and 0s like dreams and when you wake...
To Poe
I cannot truly fathom all that you had seen, To view a life as but a dream within a dream. To hear the heart beat from beneath your bedroom floor And watch a raven perched above your chamber door. To sense the cat scratch from behind the basement walls, and feel the ratt’ling shudder quaking through the halls To have the roof collapse and fall upon your friend And hear the bells...
Oak Hill Golf Club
A sheet laid across the lawn, A stolen bottle of wine gripped to either your lips or mine, And a backpack full of life's finest pleasures. We passed the trespassing sign that never stopped us before, And I didn't really know what made that night particularly memorable, But I do know it was the day I was gifted my freedom. The gloom of the night held a warm...
G Train
When asked for advice on moving to the city, I tell people that first, it will be beautiful, but the first bad day you have here may very well be one of the worst you’ve ever had, and trust me, you’re going to cry. Probably more than you’d like. Probably more than necessary. Second? The G train is by far the safest place to weep, crum...
Empowerment vs. Misogyny in The Wife of Bath
The Wife of Bath’s Prologue and Tale represent the conflicting forces of authority versus experience, medieval misogyny versus feminine sexuality, and the irony that arises from a character who seemingly justifies sexist accusations while embracing her independence and choice. As a woman who has been married five times, the Wife of Bath stands in opposition to clerical ideology that idolizes virginit...
Inside, Looking Out
the view from atop an ivory tower makes me doubt the value of being among the vast majority they don’t know what it’s like: fancy cars and penthouses are greater than the needs of a global community it’s a no-brainer that the throngs of the average are detrimental to the crisp comforts of a billionaire exorbitant wealth trumps living a half-decent life just...
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