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|

Of Wind

White Wind / Frozen layering like ice sheets, / Yet wicked and swift, / It carves and scours its path.

December 8th, 2016|Categories: fall 2016, poems|

Any Moment

Eurydice didn’t look quite so lost yesterday / as I passed the sculpture garden on the way to class.

December 8th, 2016|Categories: fall 2016, poems|

Spring 2016 Edition


wispy thoughts drift / across the dome of the sky / as I lay here / supported on the warm earth / in the stillness of the / wind

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

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|

The Story Tree

“What is it about our need to tell stories, to leave a relic of our voice behind for the world? We speak, but sounds dissipate into the air, ephemeral as our own lives.”

April 28th, 2016|Categories: essays, nonfiction, spring 2016|


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|