The Wanderings of My Childhood

Anna-Claire Wilcox, Senior, Writing and Social Work Major from Orange, CA.    I was born in Monterey, California. Beating the drum of the nomads, holding no images of the town that birthed me.   My mother’s escape from generational poverty in explorative experience, my father’s calling from boyhood. Creating the conditions for my wandering.   Stafford, Virginia included a plastic… Read more →

Cotton Candy Head

Savannah Childs, Senior, English Major from Shreveport, LA   Whenever I’m contemplative, My body feels heavier,  As if I’m closer to the earth.  Yet my mind is far away,  Clouded and stuffed with cotton.  I can roll my emotions over my tongue, But never quite taste them.  When I swallow I can never seem to remember their flavor.  Every time… Read more →

Winter is Coming

Dania Kreisl, Senior, English Major from Euless, TX   I’m scared of the winter. I can already feel the cold wind creeping up my legs underneath the layer of my pants as I run from it.   It reminds me of you, of a lot of our firsts, so now a year later I no longer feel your warmth fighting… Read more →

Fighting Against Discrimination

By Elena Butterfield There is a lot to be learned about TCU, archiving in general, and LGBTQ+ history by just looking at what the archives have. It is clear that queer people have always existed and created a space for themselves. Furthermore, we can see the history right here at a local level in Fort Worth and TCU. On the… Read more →

On LGBTQ+ Spaces: Hidden Malice

By Anonymous I once took a class for gender studies and was pleased to find like-minded people. Everyone made it clear they were LGBTQ+ allies. Or at least if they weren’t, they kept any negative opinions to themselves. In one of my classes, over Zoom, we were discussing gender terminology, the difference between gender and sex, and how these can… Read more →

Alienation

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 →

Pillow-Talk

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 →