Selene Lawrence (she/they) is PRISM’s student correspondent and online editorial assistant. She is an author, poet, musician, and visual and textile artist. Selene is pursuing a major of her own design: Traditional, Folkloric, and Popular Cultural Studies for Mass Media Communications with a writing minor.
What is your name and pronouns?
Selene Lawrence. I use she/her and they/them pronouns.
What is your year and major?
Technically, I’m a sophomore since...
An Interview with Noel Hendrickson
What type of art do you make? What is your primary medium (or mediums)?
I typically make 2d art in the form of pen sketches or comic book...
An Interview with Forrest Klamath
Tell us the story behind your Prism submissions.
"A Salmon Totem" came to me in a moment of deep reflection but I was also feeling some grief. As...
An Interview with Ciku Njigua
What type of art do you make? What is your primary medium (or mediums?)
My artistic expression primarily takes the form of mixed media collage,...
The Sacred Cenotes of the Maya: A Passageway to the Underworld
In the thick, blooming jungle of the Yucatán peninsula, I stood looking up at El Castillo, Chichen Itza’s main Maya ruin. I would say...
Dia de Muertos: A Symbol of Mexico’s Cultural Diversity and Resilience
A sea of candles, yellow and orange marigolds, smells of freshly baked Pan de Muertos (or “bread of the dead”), and music...
An Interview with Cecily Evonuk can be found on the 5/17/24 episode of Prism's podcast, Refraction.
Biography: Cecily Evonuk is a third year undergraduate...
At the start of the academic year, Prism’s editors set a specific goal in mind: to lead an accessible and inclusive organization that creates not only a platform, but a true home for the work representative...
Biography: I am from a small town in Washington and moved to Corvallis this fall to start my first year here at Oregon State University. I am majoring in geology. Outside of my...
Biography: I don’t have much experience with art classes, but I love creating art. I’ve worked a lot with fabric, water color, digital art, and whatever I can get my hands on....
Ars Poetica
“Why would you write poems?” My stepdad asked me,
Holding my journal in his calloused hands
And shaking it in front of my face
Like the words would fall from...
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...
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...
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...
My Mosaic Heart
How are you doing it?
stealing my heart,
piece by piece,
brick by brick,
until it resembles a mosaic unlike before.
Yet instead of fleeing with...
Excerpt from "Wishmaker"
The sun rises and I open my eyes to see the light of the new day. I stretch open my petals so that light can hit every inch of me. The warm rays on my...
Excerpt from "Deep in the Woods"
These eyes were unlike any that Morgan had ever seen before. They did not appear attached to any form, instead peering down at Morgan from the...
Excerpt from "Waltz of Shattered Glass"
“We should marry!”
“What?” I repeat, incredulous. I am too shocked to even wrench my hands out of his grip.
“No, listen,...
Biography: Hello there! My name is Rose (she/her). I'm a self-taught artist, a zoology major, and a proud member of the LGBTQ community. I use my art as a method of communication and self-expression....
The Curse
My mouth is carefully woven from a spool of gold, created out of spite and something akin to wonder.
I am propped up, on display in the summer heat, so they can get a better look...
Biography: I am a Psychology major with minors in both Writing and English at Oregon State University. My passion in life lies in either helping people or inspiring...
Acrobat
I am growing all the time
all the time, more of the time
the woman I want to be
in control consistently
doing right persistently
for longer periods punctuated less frequently
by...
Biography: Hello I'm Alyssa! I'm a second year botany major here at OSU. Growing up on 'Oahu, Hawaii, I developed a strong passion for native plants and ecosystems. This has led me to pursue...
dear reader, i’m fine.
i don’t wish to die on bad days
i wish to die at the end of the best ones
on days where the coffee is warm
and the weather is nice
where the ice in my cup doesn’t...
Biography: A.Roos works with acrylic, gouache, watercolor, sharpies, and other mediums to express passion and pain and connect them to nature’s beauty. Their style relies on heavily saturated colors,...
Doll Girl
It was about the girl and then it wasn’t.
A little before that, she played the piano and it was awesome.
Actually, it was the keyboard, but that’s didn’t sound as cool. But this time...
Goldilocks
A winter hymnal begins.
he gathers scattered clothing
like a fire drill.
I am making snow angels
atop Garnett Hill,
sheets swaddling me
limply.
Left to the exposure,
he puts...
