by Alan Swyer
“When are we going
to have lunch?” Nadia asks for the third time in the last ten minutes.
“We'll be leaving
for dinner right away,” my father replies as he's done twice before, his
patience clearly wearing thin.
We're seated in
the living room of their apartment in Boynton Beach, Florida, a nicely
decorated place that only mildly suggests that it's part of an assisted living
facility.
“Why won't you let
me have lunch?” Nadia pleads a moment later, her face showing signs of
confusion rather than hunger.
I like...
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
Saturday, 6 September 2014
Artwork by Michael O (featured on www.hashthemag.tumblr.com)
Clay-eyed and metal-skinned executioners
breaking the body of the earth,
machinery rattling through the night,
workers aged by the wars of profit.
One man stands alone,
dreaming of an ending.
It’s happening,
all around.
-Janelle Rainer
Janelle Rainer is a 24-year-old poet and community college teacher living in Colville, Washington. Her...
Tuesday, 26 August 2014
Welcome to the featured poet series at SLASH! In this series, we interview spoken word artists of any age, any background, from anywhere in the world. We feature established poets alongside students and writers who are just beginning to hone their spoken word skills. Read on to learn about a brilliant writer and member of the HASH staff, Ariel Chu!
photograph by Sam Jeong
Name: Ariel Chu
Age: 18
Location: Eastvale, California
1. How did...
Thursday, 21 August 2014
I apologize for SLASH's hiatus over the past month - my residency at the campus environmental center unfortunately interfered with this column's upkeep. I hope that all of HASH/SLASH's readers have had an eventful and productive month! Additionally, I wish a productive and literary (!) school year to all students who are preparing to return to the classroom.
Here's what you can expect from SLASH as the column resumes its weekly schedule:
Next week, look for an interview with another member of HASH staff who experiments with the spoken...
Tuesday, 29 July 2014
We can’t be friends. We’ve been spoken for by the Universe, a power so knowing, so undeniable - it is beyond our combined scope. We can spend days by the ocean, skipping stones and flicking cigarettes but we know separation like we know regret; how inevitable it is, how looming it is. The wind blows, a wave crashes and I turn to you, your body rich in color, irises the shade of emeralds, hair in a messy ponytail; a vibe so unfamiliar. I remember when I couldn’t look away. “What do you think happens when we die?” ...
Monday, 21 July 2014
What if you could step into the shoes of one of your most beloved icons at one of those crucial moments in their lives that end up defining them forever? Adam Ashraf braves these murky waters, venturing into the mind of the eternally fascinating Truman Capote on the eve of one such moment...
My publisher just hand-delivered a copy of my new novel that will hit the racks next week- In Cold Blood, by Truman Capote. Me – cold-blooded...
Thursday, 10 July 2014
Hello, spoken word poets! Here’s SLASH’s very first
spoken word prompt. In the coming weeks, you’ll see more in-depth features about
identity, activism, and spoken word. For now, I’d like to offer a quick prompt
to make you think about how you can use the medium. SLASH is an educational
column and it should be a conversation among readers and performers, so I want
to see what you can do.
Spoken word’s immediacy and vitality allow spoken
word artists to make very personal performances. It’s essentially storytelling
and storytelling can be...
Friday, 4 July 2014
Digital painting by Falk
Is this a common courtesy,
Alive in only me?
Where once it was that thriving pulse in every vain,
A common place,
But with a societal pace,
So easily did die away?
Red,
And rose,
And chose-
To leave a door unopened,
A chair pulled in,
A glass of wine replaced with rum,
And beer,
And sunsets of a fruity tinge?
Or...
Wednesday, 25 June 2014
Welcome to the featured poet series at the SLASH spoken word column! In this series, we will interview spoken word artists of any age, any background, from anywhere in the world. We feature established performers alongside students and writers who are just beginning to hone their spoken word skills. Read on to learn about our first featured poet, Zoë Riell!
Name: Zoë Riell
Age: 17
Location: Poultney, VT, USA
1. How did you first...
Tuesday, 17 June 2014
Welcome to SLASH, a dynamic new feature at HASH magazine. SLASH is a weekly column that will bring spoken word poetry to HASH’s readers.
What is spoken word?
If poetry is alive, spoken word poetry inhabits a third, vivid, and especially personal dimension. It incorporates dynamics, chord changes, staccatos, throat-clearing, gestures, movement, and breathing. Spoken word is where poetry meets theater, but it’s theater that you write for yourself. Spoken word poets are not actors or intermediaries; they both write and tell stories themselves....
Friday, 13 June 2014
I want to live with my parents forever
because my passion does not bring the money for independence while mother
chases away the beatniks because my lifestyle does not bring distinguishable
satisfaction
I want to sleep on the floor of a
ramshackle drug house, the rats biting my toes to wake me up and lice tap
dancing in the forests of my head – a morning fix to add to the joy of working
or living or bleeding as the pen quivers at the sight...
Wednesday, 4 June 2014
The enamel moon rises over the darkened land
The stars sparkle like grains of sand
The elusive stars flutter from our grasp
Hanging just out of our begging clasp
We remain grounded, covered in scars
And shake our fists at the laughing stars
We look up at the taunting sky
And stand with an enduring sigh No matter how many times we tumble and fall
We'll always dust off and stand up tall
-Sophia...
Thursday, 29 May 2014
Seasons change, night falls, day breaks, wealth fades, and technology ages but life is way more than that. One cool summer night, I was gazing at the dark but starry heavens lit by the fullness of the moonlight when a scene caught and captivated my clouded senses. A scene that reminded me of what life on earth should be. A family in their barong-barong just meters away from where I am. A shelter made up of a recycled and rusted aluminium roof...
Thursday, 1 May 2014
innocence lost
On Speaking Out & Taking Chances
Sunny memories are eclipsed by the horrors of reality. Drowning in the murky waters of the past, you see a vision of despair. Innocence lost in the darkest of alleys. Haunted by your own shadow. Dreams once gleeful now torment you.
Without an outlet, the darkness becomes you. Silence augments your suffering, and it builds up within you like a seething sea. Muffled protests claw from the cracks in your teeth. How much longer can you internalize your pain?
When the...
Monday, 31 March 2014
Davey by Shannon Lee
Eyes. Four letters. One meaning. The windows to our souls. Help us detect an unnoticed lie and an obvious truth. Let us see light against dark. An advantage and a burden. One body part. Liberates right from wrong. Keeps us in place but can help us fall in depth. Controls our thinking and lets us escape reality. Eyes closed. Have our imaginations take over and leave the world behind. Another world. Eyes...
Sunday, 9 February 2014
The dress was a shimmering shade of white; it puddled around her feet when she walked, making her far more beautiful than one could possibly imagine.
She was flawless and incredibly stunning, with the heavenly white dress to top it all off.
Living far above, she could but see the reflection of the image she had built in her head, of the world she had come to love so dearly.
This made her oblivious of the small details, the small imperfections...
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