University of San Francisco's Student-Run Literary Magazine
by Marsha Solomon Marsha Solomon's works “From Rhythm to Form” utilize jewel-like colors, the variation of opacity—from soft washes to thick strokes of impasto—and positive and negative spaces to create a dynamic image, born from nature, emotion and creative force. Solomon's work has been the subject of many solo exhibitions nationally and internationally.
by Marsha Solomon Marsha Solomon's works “From Rhythm to Form” utilize jewel-like colors, the variation of opacity—from soft washes to thick strokes of impasto—and positive and negative spaces to create a dynamic image, born from nature, emotion and creative force. Solomon's work has been the subject of many solo exhibitions nationally and internationally.
by Daleen Cowgar You might not remember, or maybe you have hoped to forget, but we cannot, not when every morning’s ritual includes forcing rubber tubes down our pathways. We have protested against your hearing aids in every way we can think of, and yet, you continue. From the moment you first inserted them, with… Continue reading When The Ears Speak
by Lily Andrews “Siento que también yo podría borrarme con facilidad” - Elena Poniatowska, Querido Diego, te abraza, Quiela November 29th When I re-entered, the room was hot. Steamy. Four hours had passed but the walls still held our heat inside. I escaped to the bathroom to open the window, nearly slipping on the floors.… Continue reading Lights
by Hannah Zeman When I was young, I saw a lot of things break at my aunt’s apartment. The old swamp cooler that hung out of the window on the second floor. The old sink with its pink tile. My uncle laying half in the cabinet, his feet on the old linoleum as he did… Continue reading Joanna
by Aria Han My grandparents live on the 27th floor of an apartment building in Paju, Seoul, South Korea. There are stairs, although no one would ever take those stairs all the way up to the 27th floor. Mostly, they take the elevator, a musty little thing that’s neither breaking down nor gleaming. Everything has… Continue reading A Broken Elevator
by Jessi Fuller Fields I'm-wrong-about-this threatens to drop down dreadful-sincere but here's what I know— the smell of roast beef stoppers me and the pressure builds shooting me back to a table set for six on a Sunday father at the head God on his lips our hands join in blessings for the feast of… Continue reading Sturdy as potatoes
(to Diane Mehta) by Drew Pisarra I lie on grass and stare at clouds while a friend reads the cosmic musings of Wallace Stevens, something about a snake and the snow and somebody's mother. Not mine. A figure more commonplace than divine. I don't comprehend it in full, even when my friend decodes two cryptic… Continue reading Leap Year
by Eitan Perlin I've been told many times by many people I remind them of someone they knew who killed themselves it's odd to be a specter a reflector of a long love lost or a good friend gone it doesn't sting nor am I complaining merely stating the peculiarity of embodying a medium ushering… Continue reading I, Charon
by Rhonda Browning White She hangs bundles of lavender, peppermint, catnip, and chamomile that dangle like hands tied at fragile wrists drying into skeletal bones to be crumbled into usefulness beyond their death Dangle like hands tied at fragile wrists beside stitched chimes of leather britches, beans she will soak back to life in winter,… Continue reading Delicacies
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