Category: Staff Perspectives

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Taking Refuge I stepped out of the airport and found myself under a blue, cloudless, and sweltering sky. Squinting to adjust to the brightness, I made my way to a bench and sank down onto it, clutching my luggage. I heaved out a sigh and leaned my head back, watching planes float down from the sky and glide across the… Read more →

Katz A Day Read more →

What I thought to be forever now, won’t happen. Ever. If only things went my way, you would be here. to stay. I weep in bed knowing we’ve come to our end. As I lie, I wonder why I didn’t see the stop signs In the past times. And deep down, I knew you weren’t true because love is patient… Read more →

I have to wonder what my life would be like if my great-great grandmother had a birth certificate.   What if, in Athens (circa 1910), women were people with their own stories, not just a footnote in a man’s? What if she was told she could become something great?   Instead she received a legal reminder that she would never… Read more →

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Corrigan Smiley, a Junior from Burleson, Texas   The long, thin fingers, green and bony, fragile yet strong, grasped my wrist tighter than a vice. I looked into the creatures’ eyes and felt remorse and understanding. It beckoned me to follow it, almost as if it was asking, but I knew it wasn’t.   The grip on my wrist tightened as… Read more →

Kennedy Bigham, a Senior from Salem, Oregon   I wonder  if when it’s late at night,  when the air in the country  is alive with fireflies,  and the World lays resting,  if in the stillness  and the silence,  you still think of me.    I wonder  if you’ve made peace  with the promises  you couldn’t keep.   I wonder too,… Read more →

Jessica Risch, a Junior from Boise, Idaho   Sitting on a shelf above my desk in my room is a bright teal pitcher. Greek-esque paintings circle the barrel of it, depicting figures in white paint. My great-grandmother lived behind me when I was very young. There was a chain-link gate that connected our backyards. My cousin Shae was over nearly… Read more →

Kennedy Bigham, Senior, Salem, Oregon   Sometimes, I catch glimpses  of my face in the mirror.    A pretty thing turned sour; all scrunched up  in a bitter expression.    A girl, grown into a woman –  distrusting of the World. Read more →