Spring 2024
35mm Photography
From top left: Corner Shop, The City Wall at Night, The Boat Tour, Rush Hour Yeye, Pineapple Season, Mobile Florist, The Family Pet
Jackie Coon has been obsessively photographing and illustrating her world since 2018. She is a lifelong student, Chico State graduate, and teacher currently residing in Nanjing, China.
Photography From top left: Not Always This Way, Perspective, Ordinary Objects, Self Portrait as The Artist, Yellow Flight, Idaho Girls Adam Rubin is a photographer who resides in Salt Lake City, UT. He enjoys experimenting with photography and has been photo-taking on and off since 2016. Rubin earned his BA in multi-media journalism and writes as a contributor to his local newspaper. When he...
By José Antonio Rodríguez In the spring 2005 semester of my M.A. program, a faculty couple decides to conduct a summer study abroad program in British literature in London, England. My friend Melinda and I, who have never left the country except to shop on the Mexican side of the South Texas/Mexico border, scrape the money together to enroll in the six-week program. We can’t contain our...
By Megan E. O'Laughlin Not long ago, the seal tumbled in the slate gray sea while miles away, an ember landed on a log, dry as a bone in the late summer drought. I don’t know how that seal later died, though we are all familiar with the fate of a parched forest when visited by sparks. On this morning’s walk, my breath released in short spurts. I held my hand to my chest on the hill climb. I...
By Karen Multer My ambitions nearly always outweigh my actual resolve. Case in point: this will begin as an essay about ambition, but it’s almost assured that by the end it will have become something entirely different. Ambition and I have always had an unreliable relationship, one marked by periods of intense focus followed by even longer periods of staring at the ceiling, grasping for meaning...
By Amy Scheiner People used to compliment my long, thick eyelashes so one day I went to my grandmother’s vanity, took a pair of scissors, and cut them. I remember this because it was the weekend of Princess Diana’s funeral. I didn’t know who she was but every TV station showed a long procession of crying people wearing black so I assumed she must have been someone important. I was newly...
By Acadia Currah When you go home for Christmas, you imagine walking through your memory like the cross-lined hallway of your middle school, running your hands along the white shiny brick, well-worn as the squeak of blood and spit under your shoes. Ottawa is cold in the dry and northern way, in the way that makes its inhabitants roll up their sleeves and grind out a “It’s not even that cold...
By Richard Moriarty Mitch’s mother is driving him home. The ride is silent until they pull into the garage. She turns and asks, “How’s it going, honey?” Fine, he says. He heads to his room, throws his jersey in the laundry hamper, and climbs into bed. Sleep eludes him like a perfectly thrown pass that floats just beyond his reach. Eventually he slips into a waking dream: the blurred view of the...
By Nicholas Y. Shi Newscaster: The search for the kidnapped leaders of the eight largest Food Conglomerates has entered its third day and there has been no significant progress made. Three days ago the leaders of the Conglomerates gathered at the International Gourmet Committee Headquarters for the Annual International Food Supplier’s Summit. What should have been a celebration of the many...
By Claire Cooper Jerrod is an idiot. No, really. He looks a bit like a sweet potato and has the same amount of brains. If you smacked his head with a spoon it would echo. He’s a criminal, too. On the first day of class, I was behind him in the breakfast line, and I saw him slip an extra Toastette into his jacket pocket. I’m not a snitch, so I didn’t say anything, but when he kept doing it all...
Spring 2024