The following pieces deal with themes of sexual assault.
It Crept on Me
Its the anniversary of that stupid night and it crept on me
like the guilt that should be sleeping with you....
Biography: I'm a ceramics artist majoring in electrical engineering. I fell in love with wheel-throwing in highschool, and I'm happy to be able to continue throwing...
Credits:
Natalie Donato
Biography: I’m an artist that works in digital and traditional mediums and an amateur wildlife photographer, as well as a second-year student studying marine biology and...
Over-Steeped San Diego
August, when the clouds reflected so
clearly on the rough surf that their line
of separation hid in plain sight
We walked the pier
Salt-sticky wood and gray...
Zoe: What is your name and pronouns?
Genavieve: My name is Genavieve Elli, she/her.
Zoe: What is your year and major?
Genavieve: I’m a sophomore, my major is...
Biography: Hello, my name is Olivia, and I am from Damascus, OR. I am a third-year mechanical engineering major with a minor in Aerospace. I primarily draw digital art,...
So, you just wrote a piece that you’re really proud of. If you’re interested in getting your name out there, or starting and building your literary career, publication seems like the natural next...
On Saturday, April 6th, I went to the PRAx Open House event, marking the completion and opening of well, the PRAx (Patricia Valian Reser Center for the Creative Arts). I’m here to tell you a little bit...
Forager by Michelle Dowd - ★★★★☆
Field Notes for Surviving a Family Cult: A Memoir
Published by Algonquin Books, under Hatchette Book Group, on March 7, 2023.
I was gifted a galley...
Untitled
Pst, are you listening?
Don’t fall asleep.
You’ll only be confined for a little longer.
Drink that week-old glass of water,
It’s been sitting there untouched.
It’ll only...
Grandma Makes Everything Better
Inspired by Tom Andrews [“Codeine Diary”]
On July 8th 2013 I watched my youngest brother learn to ride a bike. Well, a bike without training wheels,...
A Rambling Remembrance
All those afternoons spent running in the woods behind the house where deer ran and children ran and cold rivers ran all the way home where we ran to disentangle...
