This poem was meant to capture the intimate feeling of being known in some sense of the word, while still...
The following is a work of satire. Each year, the works featured on the First-Year Studies syllabus are announced,...
my hands don’t belong to my arms, sometimes sometimes, my fingers carve patches that envelop the long threads of my...
I thought a thought once, and I did not know what to do with it. So, I put it away...
Do you love your alma mater? Are you afraid to enter into the real world? Hello, and welcome to Specht...
it was golden, and it was rose it was everything I ever could have dreamed and so were you -...