The Garden of Glass
I recall all those summers ago, summers ripe as this, seasons upon which I and my sister would prance amidst the flowering daisies of our grandparent’s oriental flat.
We would...
Danny Shaw chats about his experiences as a local musician, spanning from performances at the Oregon Country fair to dive-bar Portland gigs. Danny and Tosca give some advice to young artists, discuss the...
As the submission deadline for this year’s edition of Prism approaches, we wanted to give you some art prompts to help spark inspiration! We’d love to see your pieces in the edition, so make sure you...
With the submission deadline quickly approaching (next Friday!), we want to make sure you have all the information you may inquire about. Hopefully this helps solve any worries or uncertainties so you...
The crisp air cuts through the changing leaves and slips under the door and bangs against the window, crawling into cozy nooks and crannies to remind me of why I’m curled up in blankets to begin...
Beauty in Color by Ania TyEyesby Isabella Johnson A thousand doorwaysAll the stars like eyes unbrokenGazeAnd lusterWe not break for gold asunderThere bow usAbsorbed in night the king sees notHowever many...
Cold War Andrew SpreadboroughA poem from the Spring 1990 edition of Prism. Spring's lilacs burst through damp sod-but my impulsive laughter: backslaps and chuckles, stays hidden. I can feel the war...
