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Oregon State’s Newest Student: Winnie the Pooh
Winnie the Pooh has a cozy dorm room with his roommate Piglet in McNary Hall. He requested a room that looked upon a tree, but...
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With Election Day practically upon us, I’ve found myself exhausted with American politics, and yet somehow unable to look away. Having spent the entirety of my young...
“I tell you, monsieur, the world’s at an end. Never were there seen such breakings-up of the scholars! It’s the accursed inventions of the age that are ruining everything – the artillery, the serpentines,...
Bryce Powell
Biography: My name is Bryce, and I have been taking pictures since my first photography class in my Junior year at Benson High School in Portland, Oregon. I...
Frau Bach (Anna Magdalena Bach)
First night. Sweet Christy, meek and misty,
Johann’s eyes, our premier prize. The doctor tries.
Her little body, prodded, poked
In search of hope, is still and...
Classes I teach
I teach a range of graduate and undergraduate creative writing and literature courses, including the MFA poetry workshop and Narrative Medicine: a core course for undergraduates...
Arts & Crafts
She sat at her desk and collaged her first date.
She worked her scissors through the paper and around printed pictures,
careful not to slice the ears of her partner...
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Warrior Girl Unearthed by Angeline Boulley — ★★★★☆
CONTENT WARNINGS: racism, sexual assault, violence against Native...
Dementophobia, or the Fear of Insanity
I'm afraid I had something to tell you.
The words feel jumbled up right now,
But I'm sure we can find sense in them.
They call...
Snowblind
After snow falls, it is covered with cinder
from cars driving past every day.
From far away,
the mountain bleeds.
As we drive past, you say
nothing looks...
Excerpt from an Unpublished Novel
You had to come around to surrender, acceptance of certain fate, near fate—to apathy. You would come around eventually, after years of caring,...
Sacred Dirt
I don't go outside very often
anymore. The butterflies don't land on me
like they used to. My skin doesn't
warm under the sun--it only burns,
redder than it should.
My...
