Three Poems
Words By Alli Cruz, Art By Arthur Asa
This morning, I wake up as a disembodied head / thoughts bloodied and matted / like cold wet dog fur / I feel a hand on my scalp / know it to be yours by its uncanny / dried leather smell / The blood / swims away from my neck / tiny fish / all…
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Alli Cruz
Alli Cruz is a junior at Stanford University majoring in English & Creative Writing with a minor in Theater & Performance Studies. She is deeply interested in narrativizing parts of the body through poetry as an exploration of gendered power dynamics and the human psyche. Cruz has previously served as Managing Editor for Arts & Life at The Stanford Daily, the Artistic Intern at American Conservatory Theatre in San Francisco, and the Artistic Associate for New Georges Theater in NYC. Currently, she is the Literary Manager for Stanford Asian American Theatre Project and has work forthcoming in The Olivetree Review.
Arthur Asa
Arthur Asa was born in Monterrey City, México. He speaks less and draws more every day. As it should be.
