WELCOME TO OPUS LITERARY & ARTS MAGAZINE
WELCOME TO OPUS LITERARY & ARTS MAGAZINE

I remember when you first walked into my room in a navy blue surgical suit with a bright yellow ‘UofM’ logo, and a scrub cap with the opposing team’s emblem, boldly displayed on the front. The first irony of this whole endeavor. You were calm and supportive, you were kind and loving, you were

Flopped in the armchair, I’m folded in half under a blanket, clam-shelled over criss crossed legs. The applesauce on the stove is bubbling. Soon you won’t even have to chew the chunks. Soon we’ll put cinnamon on top. My wife— I still hold this idea gently, it’s wings haven’t dried yet—

THE FACES BEHIND THE MAGAZINE

Taz took a deep breath. The cool morning air tasted like freedom. Mel was leaning against the rusty hood of his Jeep, twirling his keys in his fingers with an idle smile. Against his better judgment, Taz grinned. He loved Mel’s nonchalance; the man never looked out of place anywhere, even with tha

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