From the undergraduate archives – Notes from Underground is striking for a number of reasons, primarily for being a real, living, breathing account of a paradox that…… Read more “Buried alive”
Apocalypse
The vicious fey speak, Of the downfall of their own, When their lands were green and blooming, And the seed of hatred was sown. When they spun…… Read more “Apocalypse”
Of hushed whispers behind closed doors.
What will people say? An excited teen returns from a store empty handed, because the shirt he chose was pink and his dad did not want their…… Read more “Of hushed whispers behind closed doors.”
Sheer
Do you know that feeling when you bite into a slice of freshly baked bread? Or when you frantically gulp down water to soothe your parched throat…… Read more “Sheer”
A Mother’s Lullaby
From the undergraduate archives : A creative interpretation of Riders to the Sea by John Millington Synge. With fishing nets and oilskins, Spinning wheels and dried out…… Read more “A Mother’s Lullaby”
Come, sit by the fire.
“If you are a dreamer, come in If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer… If you’re a…… Read more “Come, sit by the fire.”
Flax Golden 