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by Adel Clifton
Men aren’t always safe.
We write it into their hands,
tell them “you scare me”.
“you are a pine needle”.
If you tell a needle it is a tree …
Discourse, Orientalism, and Diversity at the University of Washington
By Marie Shimada
The mission statement of the Office of Minority Affairs and Diversity at the University of Washington states:
The mission of the Office of Minority Affairs and Diversity is to ensure the access and academic success of diverse populations through the advancement of knowledge, academic excellence…
An Experience of Introversion
By Adel Clifton
I want to hide in silence
Sleep in ink drenched sheets
Forget that there are words harsh
And fall into the cyclic slumber of
bus windows…
The Modern Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
By Sarah Elaine Muir
You spoke to me in a dream. You said we were supposed to be together as the brilliant light beamed from the ominous concrete tunnel in the distance. You spoke to me of its brilliance, its significance as well. You it..
HIGHWAY
By Skyler Hutchison
The fading yellow ‘M’ stood against the clouds jutting up over the distant tree line. “The Golden Arches,” as his friends sometimes referred to them back… uh, in Maricopa. Yes, Arizona, where he lived. Mak-Don-Altz,..
Diaries
By Kelsey Crow
“And so I came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and he was sitting in his kitchen on one of the barstools reading my diary. Just had it in his hands, looking down at it with his stupid face like he wasn’t..
The Cycle
By Colter Fox
“It always rains whenever I come over”
“It rains in Seattle, Diana”
“No, I swear to God it always rains whenever I’m here”
“Okay”
Down On The West Coast
By Colter Fox
It was a calm night out on the coast. I sat there on the sofa taking a few hits every once and a while from an old roach, listening to the coming and going rhythms of the ocean with some Coltrane washing through. The..
Prologue
By Colter Fox
It was just us in those days
Looking around and waiting for nothing
Nothing at all, and that was just fine
The sun would wake us
Burning with nothing but time