Poem by Temour B. Raza

The LAWNMOWER at one in the morning

The quad in which I live.
The roommate, who speaks obnoxiously,
loudly, about his lawnmower, over the phone.

DID YOU TRY REFILLING IT WITH GAS?

It is one in the morning.
I have an 8AM tomorrow morning.
The bumbling roommate throws the lights on
and LOUDLY SPEAKS ABOUT THE LAWNMOWAH
with his mother.

Jesus J. Christ, the nerve of this bastard.

This insensitive old man trapped in a freshman’s body,
looks over me, notices I’m trying to sleep,
AND CONTINUES SPEAKING ABOUT HIS FUCKING LAWNMOWER.

I look over to the other, recently awoken roommate.
We share a momentary tired squint, and pull pillows over our heads,
trying to find sleep.

A sophomore Electrical Engineering major at the Wentworth Institute of Technology, Temour B. Raza is a connoisseur in memes and makes robots in his spare time. He also wrote this bio in the third person because that’s some sort of rule for writing a bio. He assures people that he can be serious and professional from time to time as well.

Allison Goldin is an artist living in California. Her work is a collection of spontaneous drawings from the imagination. The most common link throughout her art are the semi-recognizable creatures scattered amongst and bringing together the surrounding doodles.