In the Air of Elsewhere
Traveling and the art of learning how to breathe

I think I have finally found a cure for depression—the big sad, the nope zone. Obviously, this cannot be a catch-all. It is not foolproof, but it is something I […]

A student playing her french horn.
A “Trebling” Year for Music Students
A Sweet Melody Plays on For Students as the Semester Comes to an End Recitals, Virtual Concerts and COVID-19, Oh My!

As students began to navigate their classes virtually, music majors had to adjust to a new setting of ensemble groups, getting to know other parts of campus for their practices and perform in front of virtual audiences.   Vanessa Sielert, […]

A illustration of a woodpecker with feather falling off.
Poetry: Ruffled Feathers

If only if only the woodpecker cried, The farmers, they saw him and took both his eyes.They went to the market with marbles in pockets And sold his eye sockets […]

Rochelle Smith reading a book in the library | Ryan Abajero
COVID’s Latest Victim May Be Print Formats
The pandemic’s impact on the longstanding print versus digital reading material debate.

Once in a while, a book comes along where each flip of the page brings more bliss as the plot captivates us. With the pages whittling down, our left hand is forced to bear the […]

An image of a boy holding a baseball bat on his shoulder.
Flash Fiction: The Hit

The last time I played baseball, the field was bathed in a sea of yellow and orange sunlight that turned the grass to gold. The sight would have been beautiful, […]

An image of a dark forest with a stream running through it.
Flash Fiction: Good Brother

“Catch me if you can!” My younger brother, Mika, whizzes past me into the viridian evergreens. The snow has just melted off their pine needles, and everything around us in […]

An image of a blank canvas.
Poetry: Blank Canvas

Primed in white or black, or whatever color you please.   Or simply left natural, pure and solus,   The sparks of creativity are home to possibilities,  Ready to be painted upon the blank canvas.  Perhaps…  […]

An illustration of a head.
Poetry: Ambiguity of Anguish

I’m being crushed by the world. Cold, Ambivalent to only those who don’t look back. Sharks. I bite my sore, gritted teeth, Jaw bruised blue from the anguish. Taught pressure […]