The Eckleburg Project

A TAMU Literary Journal

The Eckleburg Project is the official undergraduate literary journal of Texas A&M University. We are an undergraduate organization featuring student poetry, prose, and art. Now with thirteen issues under our belt, we started with the idea that art should be free and easily accessible to the community.

Our staff is composed of undergraduate students and editors who select pieces to be published semesterly under a process of blind review. For information on how to join, go to our apply page. For information on how to submit, go to our submissions page. For general inquiries, or just to say hello, contact our organizational email at theeckleburgproject@gmail.com.

As always, we thank you for your support as we continue to foster art here at Texas A&M.

Woman in my Head by Sabra Jones

The woman in my head is abrasive.

She is clanging cymbals in a cluttered closet

Screeching and reaching, clawing her way out.

I am quiet, compressed, shackled to my manners,

Pretty in my scarce responses, I promise. But

She is not beautiful. She is a cyclone, clinging to the

Edges of a pretty town, bringing it down.

She is ivy in the forest, stinging wasps,

A scorpion slinking in scorching heat—

Everything they tell us stay away from.

The woman in my head crawled her way up my spine

Sat atop my mind with a pilfered crown and bled until I listened. 

Shot poison darts from chipped nails at every other voice.

The woman in my head is a criminal and she screams stop.  

Says the day I was born, cracked open like thunder-

I was covered in marks and the doctors cringed

And I was perfect.

Says there was a girl in my head who bumped knees and grew wings

Jumped off a crumbling cliff, smelled the clean air and soared.

Caught in a net, told to forget it, cold fingers fixing her hair.

Says there was a girl in my head who became a lady too fast

Held me back, arms tied with lace, sewed a smile to my face,

Skirts in a bunch but never out of place.

Now the woman in my head screeches and caws,

Cruel to the lady as she throws her to the ground

And takes apart my ribs, creates new wings

Screams courage and courage until I am calm.

I stand on the edge of a precipice. I jump.

© Texas A&M The Eckleburg Project, 2019