If anything, the hat is God’s intervention, through my hands.
How Baseball Brought Me Home
history is made up of the things that didn’t happen just as much as the ones that did.
The Birth of a Reader
I dropped my things and immediately cracked the first hundred pages. It was classic Knausgaard: endless descriptions of diapers changed, emails checked, and cigarettes smoked.
Poetry by Stü
“America”
Double Exposure
parenthesized by a stream of repudiation
Poetry by Carré Kwong Callaway
Tragic cases of avian behavior
Poetry by Aubrianna McCarter
Mother Nature wants revival
Poetry by Victoria Iglesias
the opposite of lifeless
Brenda Rodriguez
Self-reminiscence is my senior Thesis Collection used to explore my personal identity as an individual with a multicultural upbringing. The silhouettes and hues reflect a hybrid Mexican- American culture which is seen through the textile […]
From History to Poetry, and Back Again (Pt. Two)
You can’t write the book that you think other people wanna see. It’s not worth it.