University of San Francisco's Student-Run Literary Magazine
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 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
