sunlight with white clouds

Sun

by Madeline Busse Streets stained white with salt  Like bleached desert bones  Nakedly reflect cold light,  Bordering grass brown from snow now gone. On my walk to class, the sun emerges:  The wind still slices, but the sky is blue  Windows once grey glow with midmorning   Stone walls catch rays Read more

Flood

by Madeleine Roberts When the rocks cried out for weeping  I knelt to the ground and wept.  This sphere is too great for cupped hands   like water at the fountainhead  overflowing, baptism of reflections.  I am quiet multitudes past   the sum of my fears, though the hours waver  in high Read more

people on sea under blue and pink sky

Stumbling

by Jack Moore Thursday Night “It’s so loud.” As I lie on my bed, all I can do is listen. The ticking of a clock, the purring of a fan, the voices downstairs…I can’t sleep, but that’s been a problem for a while. I need my clock to know what Read more

Yes, He Meets Us Where We Are

By Stiven Peter In his “Conversations with Picasso,” Hungarian photographer Brassai claims that Grunewald’s Crucifixion  awakened Picasso’s creative impulses. Specifically, he attributes Picasso’s extremes, “his amorously irreverent pastiches, his verve, his humor, his cruelty,” to the grotesque impulse generated by Grunewald. Picasso remarked to Brassai, “Do you know the Crucifixion Read more

Zero Sum Game

by Allen Lu Charlie’s toothbrush was just for show. Their mother always used to say: “I don’t care if you’re running late, half asleep, or on your death bed! The first thing you do when you wake up and the last thing before bed should be to brush your teeth!” Read more

The Café

by Kirstin Yu The Café hasn’t opened yet, but I can already feel the buzz in the air, the anticipation of intoxication. The patrons have congregated a few blocks down the street, as they always do, and through a crack in the window I watch as they lean into the Read more