Recent

Supporting Foster Youth at CSULB

Guardian Scholars (GS) is a program on campus that supports current and former foster youth at CSULB. If you have been in the foster care system, find out how you can become a Guardian Scholars member!

What I Wish I Did Before Graduating

After being in college for over 5 years, I can’t help but regret the things I didn’t get to explore and experience. Here are my biggest regrets.

How to conquer your fears

How to conquer your fears in the most logical way possible without the hassle of a thousand dollar registration fee

Better Than A Band-Aid

I have been hurt, and I fear I will get hurt again. So why haven’t I found help? This is a story about therapy, and why I haven’t gotten any yet.

TV screen reading "Turn off that TV and go."
Art by Valor Aguilar

Poems by Joel Vaughn

By Joel Vaughn

Illustrations by Valor Aguilar, Anthony Volz, and Gerell Wilson 

 

Just Watching TV

Sitting around was fine, watching fantastic faces 
divining their lines while croaking and joking
over marvelous monologos till she’s round the bends and 
the SSRIs and Skyy Cherry become friends.

But by twelve I host Conana on derelict, dead televisions. 
By one I swim with Adults and Saiyans in SuperJails before Portly Pat 
preaches to 700 about her white Jesus and his diamond mines and white collar crimes. 
My Jesus was Black and preached alongside Cowboys doing Bebop 
and Robot Chickens going Pop, while getting and breaking bread 
with his disciples facing what you and I were too privileged
to understand.   

That was our weekend routine till I was seventeen.
And he kept saying: 
          Turn off that TV and go
                    Turn off that TV and go
Till I  felt safer on a train chugging from Ocean to Valley High
because his didn’t love him either, and I get to 
pretend every time I say it and I’d rather die.  

He escaped to Sacramento while she streamed Fargo and sipped Milagro.
Then he was back
new fiancee, new kids, a new life all his.  

Beautiful.

Energetic with an enigma of feeling bad
I ran to take an L in El Monte. 
Trying to dose between micro and macro 
while smoking you out of my memories
and not falling asleep to the TV. 

But if I measure things in fifty-ones to fifties, fifteen hour work days and fifteen units -- 
No rest except for four-hours on the freeway with five hours of sleep, 
desiring a crash along the way, I can always watch telly after four hours of therapy. 

 

 


 

——————————————————————————————

 

 

 

300 hat

About that time we went on a ride and almost died when your brain was fried on coca dimes before squelching all those burns with limes

Break down 
on Calico tracks.
Mechanical minors bemoan
a bottomless pit of mumbles, 
moans, mother, motherless, maga-moms 
staring down all us veritable vegan vagabonds. 
“Hey, where’s my line” a questioning comedian quipped.
“He, he” cackles the prospector doing blow phew, phew, phew
in a jug made for Mountain Dew. “Mounting Who?” Mounting the Dew. 
Crackle internal intercoms “Stay seated while working with my kinks.” 
Mumbles and mingles with muscular miners moan for drinks on us finks?  

Please excuse me.
Forget those lines.
Onto the next ride.  

Ascend
the mossy rocks 
over the mangled bridge. 
Tracks and carts groping the sky. Stop. 
Calamitous Careening Clatter, Clatter 
Cobra-roll, Clatter, Clatter 
Down, Repeat Twice, 
Cocky Corkscrew,
Loopy Loon,
SKKR-STOP.
Stop. 

Illustrations of minersYou made it.
Hold stomach
when exiting
those rides. 

 

 

 

 

 

——————————————————————————————


 

 

 

“I think this
might just be
my masterpiece”

or

Did you know
it’s okay to
punch cryptofacist

or 

I’m White
Claw drunk, 
and I’m going to 

 

sock that klanning
klown in a Orange Kounty
bar since he’s smoking a
cigar and spotting off
[neighbor]
with a hard R.

Crossfaded confidence in
Godwin’s Law after toking on
that raw and downing Claws.
I’m just here
to chew bubblegum
and read Carrie to scare me
before that clown became more Steve
 than Stephen King if you ask me.

Oh, those alt. right white knights
thinking they’re so bright for
pretending not to be
blights. Best be pissing
pants with fright.

ACAB, ACAB
you moderate corncob.
All the way back
to Nixon, Goldwater,
and all the R.s
forgetting harder Rs
from then on.

300 whiteclaw2 Tell it to the dark web of intelectual
conmen, before they all become
hasbeens, that it’s nothing more than
twee and kawaii to punch nazis, since so much more is necessary.