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Fall 2016 Edition

The Thaw

For all the talk of warmth and rebirth, spring is a really ugly season. Trails turn to mud pits and roads to rivers as the thaw begins to take hold, and the brown carcasses of what was left at the end of fall begin to reappear. The ground cover is a layer of partially decayed leaves, and all the damage the winter did is slowly revealed.

December 9th, 2016|Categories: fall 2016, fiction|

Spring 2016 Edition

The Naturalist’s Dilemma

Staring at blank faces while I speak / they’re like walls, plain and blank and even without interest; / now I’m frustrated and careless but flabbergasted nonetheless / as my tone it gets higher, the pace, it gets faster

April 28th, 2016|Categories: poems, spring 2016|

Soils

I've never seen a dodo bird in the flesh. / I poke my skin in genetics laboratory. / And I'm not proud of my address / in Centennial Hall; / I've got Westcott envy.

April 27th, 2016|Categories: spring 2016, video|
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