Cigarette : 10, by Shannagh

Cigarette : 10

(1) Finely chopped, toasted leaves.

(2) Tight packed, thin rolled

Miniature kindle, ignites on contact, brings that

(3) Slow alveoli burn.

(4) A chemical kicker, send tingles to your fingertips

(5) Composure with a touch – a deep inhale after

Bad news or rough sex. (6) Categorize:

Social / Solo / Habit / Trend –

(7) “I just buy them on the weekends” and “Not in front of the kids”

(8) Hand-held gas pump, tubular tar transmitter

Nestled in the hollows of four chambers,

Two pulsating balloons and millions of blue-red threads.

(9) Boxes 20 compulsive habits.

(10) Pockets (14 types of) cancer.

You’re Invited to West 10’s Prose Workshop!

Attention all NYU undergrads: On Thursday, November 3rd, at 7:30pm, join West 10th for a poetry workshop in Seminar Room B at Palladium Hall.

Make sure to RSVP and check out the Facebook event, too!

Bring up to 750 words of fiction/nonfiction to receive some feedback from your West 10th Editors. See you there!

Just a reminder that we are still accepting submissions until December 15th!

From our Editors: the Highs and Lows of Attending a Moth StorySLAM


High: Making plans with a literary-minded friend to attend a StorySLAM and getting excited about the night’s theme—something like “Doubt” or “Haunted” or “Hot Mess.”

Low: Sneaking your phone out during class or work at exactly 3 pm the week before the event, refreshing the page every few seconds, in order to snag tickets before they sell out.

Low: Joining one of two massive lines outside of the Housing Works Bookstore Café nearly an hour before doors open, then flooding inside when they do, desperate to score a seat (or a stair).

High: Hearing the storytellers’ intriguing and hilarious first lines.


Low: Uncomfortably laughing when storytellers tell inappropriate or overtly graphic sexual stories.

High: Hearing the storytellers nail their last lines.

Low: Uncomfortably laughing when the storytellers’ jokes don’t quite hit.

High: Seeing a storyteller take the mic for the first time and deliver one of the best stories of the night.

High: Cracking up at the host’s on-the-spot reactions to the audience’s write-in stories.

High: Noticing the diversity and friendliness of the crowd (though, admittedly, a high percentage of audience members are carrying publishers’ tote bags).

High: Laughing collectively for two hours at the woes of living in New York, at the quirks of being a literature lover, and at the woes and quirks of being a literature lover living in New York.

–Alyssa Matesic, Editor-in-Chief

You’re Invited to West 10th’s Poetry Workshop!


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Attention all NYU undergrads: Our first workshop of the year is coming up! On Wednesday, October 19th at 7:30pm, join West 10th for a poetry workshop in Seminar Room A at Palladium Hall.

Make sure to RSVP and check out the Facebook event, too!

Bring up to two works of poetry (two pages maximum) to receive some feedback from your West 10th Editors. See you there!

Just a reminder that we are still accepting submissions until December 15th!

Join the 2016-2017 West 10th Editorial Board!

Applications are now open for the 2016-2017 Editorial Board!

We are seeking to fill positions on the poetry, prose, art, web, and copyediting boards.

Please direct all questions and completed applications to Applications are due by 5pm, May 27.

Please download and complete the application below:

West 10th Editorial Board App 2016-2017

*Note: please do not apply to the board if you are graduating in December 2016. This is a full-year commitment.

West 10th Launch Party 2016


We are pleased to announce that the 2015-2016 issue of West 10th is complete. To celebrate, we are holding a launch party at the Lillian Vernon Creative Writers House featuring readings by our contributors and a reading by our interviewee, Mira Jacob (acclaimed author of The Sleepwalker’s Guide to Dancing). This event is open to the public and refreshments will be served. Come grab a copy of West 10th!

West 10th Launch Party

April 15, 2016 at 7:00 pm

Lillian Vernon Creative Writers House

58 West 10th Street, New York, NY 10011

Also RSVP to our Facebook event

From our Editors: thoughts about Paris from Audrey


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Reflecting on six years of French class

Audrey Deng is the Copy Editor at West 10th and the Arts Editor at Washington Square News. She is a sophomore studying Comparative Literature and English. Talk to her about Frank Stella’s retrospective at the Whitney, because she’s excited about that.

In my mind, Paris exists in textbook images from high school, a series of impressions divided by semester. In the fall, French class was a sanctuary; we would sip hot chocolate while thinking about what we should/could/would do in the languid conditionnel tense, snow piling outside of the window. We would read about (and later eat) delectable French holiday pastries like Bouche de Noël and fondant cake. In the spring, we flung open the windows and projected images of tulip-lined streets to “La Vie en Rose.” Paris, just saying the word Paris, implied panache. I felt that simply by being in French class, we students sat straighter, spines strengthened by speaking the language of a country heralded for its elegance.

Last Friday, on November 13, I went to my French class where we learned about the subjunctive (il est important que nous brossons nos dents!). I cooked oatmeal, wrote birthday cards, and Paris erupted into frightened chaos. Guns had fired in the Bataclan concert hall of an Eagles of Death Metal concert, along with bombings throughout the city, killing at least 130 people.

The hateful act of terrorism scorches a sad chapter in the world’s history, but humans have been sad before. The sickening feeling comes from the fact that it is becoming frighteningly easy to measure the passing of time not by how light illuminates the earth, but by how shadows shroud the globe in darkness.

I went to a peaceful gathering in Washington Square Park to pay tribute to France, eavesdropping on the sad conversations held through clouds of sad cigarette smoke. Everything seemed sad. People stood sadly, conversed sadly, smoked sadly. Never, in my life, have I heard a sad French conversation take place in real life until that Friday. “Do you know anyone injured or dead?” one would ask another. “No, all safe, thank God. You?” So it went–and it was jarring.

Understanding sadness in another language permanently changes the way one listens and reads and thinks, vous comprenez? It sharpens the vision, tightens the eardrums. Once you have heard those words of death and injury, the language and your history with it, changes. Tenses take on different meanings: the conditionnel is a call to action, the subjonctif is what we want to do, and the imparfait is the way we used to be. And French will never be the same to me.

Il est necessaire que nous soyons gentils. It is necessary that we are kind.