When you’re lost under the milky streetlights & all you can feel is a stranger’s gaze it feels like falling into the varicose veins The Harvest’s molten fields, There’s something about the movement something unforgiving, deafening. the ever-present ringing of bells, like a stranger’s golden eyes, Nooshin Ghanbari is a senior English and Plan II Honors major at the University of Texas at Austin, where she was recently awarded the 2017 Regents’ Outstanding Student Award in Arts and Humanities for excellence in poetry. When she isn’t writing angsty poems, Nooshin can be found singing her heart out in countless choirs on- and off-campus and camping out at the many great coffee shops that Austin has to offer. Her work has previously been published in print and online in the United States, England, and Wales.
Falling.
of Jan Pieter Heijestraat
lingering one second too long, Amerikaans,
of Van Gogh’s blue-tinged body, succumbing to
Starry Night’s angry skies.
of his brushes that is like the movement of the city—
But even Van Gogh couldn’t paint
clinging to canal boats & their windows
more awake than alive.About the Author
