http://580split.com An annual journal of letters and arts housed in the MFA program of Mills College in Oakland, California. Thu, 09 Apr 2009 18:20:22 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Putting 580 Split on the Map OAKLAND, CA (April 25, 2009)- 580 Split, the literary journal of Mills College’s Graduate English Department, presents an evening of poetry, prose, and drama. The event will take place on Saturday, April 25, at 7pm, in the Bender Room of Mills’ Carnegie Hall. Putting 580 ... http://580split.com/news/press-release/ The Son of Man by MK Chavez You dreamer wreck the house, strip the facade, surrender blue blouse, lick pearl, unhook eyelet, shoo button, bang fedora, shiver up close, cover your sky, harangue until-- opens parasol delivers green apple where once was an eye. MK Chavez writes about the beauty that can ... http://580split.com/poetry/the-son-of-man/ Rock Is Dead by Zachary Buscher I was, or should I say me and my band were finishing up a Thursday night residency at Lester’s Lounge, which is kind of a misnomer because the place is a real dive, though it gave me some pocket change to get through the spring, ... http://580split.com/poetry/rock-is-dead/ by Eunsong K [caption id="attachment_417" align="alignnone" width="485" caption="by Eunsong K"][/caption] http://580split.com/poetry/in-english-for-clarity/ Interpretation by Amber Leffler Great Grandma, with half-gypsy blood, could tell; when bees crawled through your window in a dream, it meant a fire in the house, a burn for both your hands. Because of this, she never married out of love. Although my blood is barely gypsy, I can tell; when ... http://580split.com/poetry/interpretation/ White Goods by Courttia Newland I’ve got this tattoo on me palm. Only a small one, an all black spider like a smaller version of the one on that super hero’s costume. Had it done when I was eighteen cos I was too scared to a get a big ... http://580split.com/prose/white-goods/ by Daniel Dissinger Daniel Dissinger is a recent graduate of The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa University in Boulder, CO. He is now living in New York, where he is originally from. There, Daniel is pursuing his poetics with vigor and excitement, while still maintaining his position ... http://580split.com/poetry/at-my-autopsy-what-fragments/ On the Brink of Words by Carolina De Robertis She had nothing to write that day, and so she didn’t. The computer screen glowed in front of her, the only light in the room. White bare document and a blue, indifferent background behind it. Words had appeared out of the cursor, ... http://580split.com/prose/on-the-brink-of-words/ Other Than This by KJ Kabza The Weston H. Dawley who is worse off than the rest lives alone, and has been unemployed for 4 years. He begins each day in a shitty apartment, moaning “Christ on toast,” as he awakens. (Other Westons say this too, but with those Westons it is because ... http://580split.com/prose/other-than-this/ Ode to my “first name” Andrew by Anhvu Buchanan Out of the loose tongue of a four year old you fell to me. Stayed close like a warm fire. Never leaving my side, even when we crossed the country in a tiny cramped car. Your smooth two syllable frame sang sweetly in the mouth of others. My ... http://580split.com/poetry/ode-to-my-first-name-andrew/