Emergency Delayed By Abigail Doonan “Name please.” “Abigail D-O-O-N-A-” “Okay. Please wait.” Pulse. A man holding his child, sleeping. A homeless guy and a police officer. “Abigail.” Me. “Can you rate your pain on a scale from 1-10?” Silence. “6?” What if I’m overexag
When I Looked By Noel Vanderbilt I drew a breath, for the world gleamed golden and I saw an old man walking with a camera clasped in gnarled palms. (Click-clickety-click the shutter snapped.) And I saw an old man walking. I wonder, did he capture the splendor of the sun. (Click-clickety-click the sh
Figure, Fall 2021, Joanna Locke, Sculpture with chicken wire, wood, newspaper, plaster, and paint
Sundays By Kallen Mohr i’ve learned not to go out on Sundays lest the crushing weight of loneliness drag me down to the hard linoleum in the frozen food aisle and I forget how to walk lest I suddenly become self aware of my actions past and present under bleaching fluorescent lights that make a [&
(un)locked, Fall 2021, Gabrielle Nelson, Sculpture with keys & wire
Forms, Fall 2021, Joanna Locke, Sculpture with chicken wire, newspaper, paint, & wood
A Sinner’s Lamentation By Lauren Tocco As I stood on the edge with sharp drops of rain tearing into my skin, I cried out to Him, to God. I cried out to Him in a broken and guttural scream, “What am I worth, O God? Father, what am I worth? You have created an abomination, […]
