Pieces of Canis
Dharma Delahanty
It's 12:34am on your drive home.
Two boys are riding their bikes in the lane opposite you,
one with a terribly bright, strobing light.
The...
The sun will be setting soon
Gabriella Grinbergs
The sun will be setting soon.
Yet, It shines relentlessly. Between parting gray clouds, hanging heavy in the late afternoon...
When she came into my garden, my soil was in terrible tilth
She put her tools in my hands and taught me how to sow.
(This ruined my garden for some time
But I was too naive, too young to know.)
“We’ll...
You were too big. A mahogany
dipped circle that would slide off
my little fingers, making me giggle each time
you met the dusty bark.
I never thanked you for validating
my labors under the...
Fiona Daley
Biography: I am a multimedia artist who believes that art is life, as both vitality and purpose. The mediums I work with include music, songs, poetry, photography, videography,...
DO IT AGAIN
Rhys Hodson
This morning is like every other. Like every other, sunlight filters through my dull-sage curtains as they ruffle in the breeze, ruffle my hair....
Inside Joke
Natalie Nafsinger
You punched a hole through the door
with the need to talk.
We’re not under the graffiti bridge
so shut the door, I’m in your pocket and...
3 and 1
Austin Thornton
These polyester pants, I relearn,
were once oil, and before that, living—waving
grass-trees in the wind.
-
Even the plaster I
wrap...
Spencer Daniel
Biography: Hello!
My name is Spencer and I am a third year Marine Studies student here at OSU. The physical environment as well as my lived experiences have always influenced...
In the early morning glow, I rise,
Con los sueños cosidos en el centro de mi corazón.
A first generation, a daughter, a sister
Caring the weight of hopes, unspoken but vivid.
De manos...
I almost didn’t see
The soft tan carpet of your bodies
Against the limp brown summer grass
But for the interruption
Of that silence of Death
The hardworking buzz of the flies
Commuting...
Father Figures
Kae Ranck
05/25/23-
At times I remember so hazily when my dad would take me to pick up dirt for my moms pretty gardens, and the place sold creamsicles that...
