Editor's Note: As college students, there’s something remarkably reassuring and relieving in the
prospect of coming home. No matter what that home might look like, knowing we can
retreat from the craziness of college life for the holidays makes these wintry November
and December days just a little warmer. Though we received many submissions which
did a great job of capturing that feeling, this piece was unique in that it beautifully
identifies a very different kind of home, one crafted entirely by nostalgia and
-Bailey Tulloch, Monthly Contest Committee Head, R2: The Rice Review
Note: There will be no December contest, but we are now taking submissions for our
annual magazine and our contests should be up and running again in the spring. Visit us
at r2ricereview.com for more information!
By Miranda Proctor
Stars scraped against the sky
pier cing tenuous twi light.
Breezes breathed life as
ghosts of notes
from the mariachi band
wafted to her
bit the bow
of her Achilles--
the roughness leaving
a shadow of a kiss.
She watched as
below in the courtyard
and women twirled skirt tails
of a macaw
When they met
their charro men
their dresses grew ravenous--
whip ping from
side to side.
All eyes threw light
to the scraping stars
She was home.
Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
R2: The Rice Review
Rice University's undergraduate literary magazine. Here you can find event updates, monthly writing contest winners, and opinions by the R2 staff on what's new, interesting, or subject to discussion in the literary and arts world.