Neuroses can only get you so far.
by Violet Marmur on December 8, 2018December 8, 2018
“He had built a life before, and watched it fall apart.”
by Serena Alagappan on December 2, 2018December 4, 2018
Sometimes the world has a way of telling you when you have a calling.
by Abby Van Soest on November 18, 2018November 17, 2018
Who said pen pals couldn’t be best friends?
by Peter Schmidt on October 7, 2018October 6, 2018
A chronicle of a drink by the seaside, foretold.
by Anna Marsh on October 7, 2018October 7, 2018
What’s said and left unsaid during the morning shift.
by Anna Marsh on September 30, 2018September 29, 2018
The tattoo artist on the corner of Davies Street says “Please.” “Please let me write something on your body.” After a while, the needle doesn’t even hurt, he promises, your skin just sort of goes numb. I look up at … Read More
by Serena Alagappan on July 31, 2018July 30, 2018
Caught in a hail storm, what would you discover about yourself?
by Peter Schmidt on March 11, 2018March 10, 2018
Vision as a miracle; roadkill as one too, maybe.
by Peter Schmidt on February 18, 2018February 18, 2018
In a dark kitchen, bread crumbs, ghosts, and gooseberries.
by Maddy Pauchet on December 10, 2017December 10, 2017
“I look at him. He doesn’t look at me. Just stares straight ahead. He shuts his eyes for a moment, and at first I’m afraid he’s not going to open them again.”
by Katie Duggan on December 10, 2017December 10, 2017
“I sometimes wonder, would you be able to reconstruct some image of me through the objects I’ve left behind? Would you know what I looked like? Smelled like? How I acted in public and in private?”
by Archie Golden on December 10, 2017December 10, 2017
Bot check: What is the name of the farthest residential college from central campus?