Weeks from now, when snow falls to the earth and graces the valley with a frigid blanket of delight, I will make my way to Hiro Ramen to warm both my body and soul. With a quick jaunt downtown, I…
Category: Oregon On A Dime
Poetry Slam Club Debuts
The Southern Oregon University Poetry Slam club hosted its first performance on Oct. 19, which showcased their writers. Both returning and new members went up to the mic to perform their poems through a three-round competition, in preparation for The…
Untitled Student Poetry
Untitled You sculpt absence from the bulbous head that I once tried to push out of my palms I turned over the desire in meager fingertips Untitled i conquer everything orbits my chest…
Canadian Existentialism
So there I was on Amazon looking up what Russian propaganda I was gonna hang in my room not for any particular reason but because I’m sure people would stumble into my room and wonder what kind of man I…
An Ode to Chad
I like Chad, like, like like chad, chad’s the kinda guy you like, like like, but like, not like like like because that would creep him out, like, like like like liking someone is something like Becky would do Becky’s…
Needle sick & sunbathing on the white house lawn
fuck with me and see what happens to my fragile sensibilities and fragrant insecurities we all love the night sky but watch our phones under electric lights when she floats softly through our dreams like the Ambien™ butterfly. I awoke…
I’m so good
at taking a college education for granted and watching Netflix because the future is bright for a semi-employable fisherman with a penchant for frozen burritos and waking up at noon with my MacBook facedown on the floor and a bag…
On Rand Burgess: Stranger than (Strange) Fiction
You might have seen Rand Burgess moseying around the art building, “eating cheese.” He’s the guy with pink hair and a general aura of weirdness. Turns out he’s pretty eloquent, too. Check out his stories and poems here and leave…
A Memory Behind Sight:
Sniffing with eyes closed to reproduce the effect you knew four years ago: Slice of intoxication. Swinging blindly. Falling asleep in willow arms. I’m more concerned with you than I am with myself. Four finger puppets dancing in the…