Meet the Underground Correspondents—Todd Harris Jr., Italia Marie and Niko’a Salas—an eclectic trinity, bonded by a mutual love of performative self-expression.
Of Tesla, Time & Space...
posted by Marisa Doherty
Jackalope Magazine speaks with Michael J Wilson, Creative Writing and Literature faculty, about his first poetry collection, A Child Of Storm, publishing this week.
SFUAD’s Annual Woman’s Show
posted by Cris Galvez
Tikia Fame Hudson started the Woman’s show in 2013 when she was a freshman—the show highlights the struggles and victories of women from all different backgrounds
Marina Woollven Wins Muse Times Two...
posted by Franco Romero
Muse Times Two is an annual series of poetry readings, which takes place at Collected Works Bookstore. The series includes a contest open to students from Santa Fe’s four local colleges, and a winner is selected from each school. This year, SFUAD’s winner is Creative Writing senior Marina Woollven.
“The Deep End” and “underbridge”...
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The Deep End by Annalise Lozier The sun bobbed in the sky like a peach in the water. We sunk below the surface and you were the apex of a triangle. With the light slicing past you, I was hidden in your faded glow, a planet in the dusk; and my fingernails, which my dad said made me look like a homeless goth looked to you like worn-down continents hidden in the binding of an atlas. Your face falls apart like tissue paper, dark purple and melting in the past. I can never really picture your nose and I can’t say how often I’ve mistaken your smile with the pointy chin of the man in the moon, but your silhouette still burns on my eyelids. You’ll be relieved to know I don’t love you, cross my heart and burn out my eyes. Your fingers pushed through my chest like it was so much dust, you tapped the metal hatch to ask if anyone was home, but there wasn’t-- it was only me and a few gray teeth. underbridge she had a face like sarcasm, her teachers said she scraped the paint off the walls when she skirted too close to the edge of the room under her shoulder blades she could pull back the muscle and untangle the tendons the tendons wrapped around her bones played with her joints like a rubik’s cube when she spoke she looked towards the windows or at the wormy yarn knit its fingers into sweaters she laughed loudly to cover the cracking sounds her spine made she laughed with her teeth bared she had a face...
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