I have to admit, there is a mixture of emotions traveling through my body—there are moments were I feel happy as I just finished my thesis..
January 28th, 2020 was my officially my last “first day of day school” as it was the first class of my last semester in the poetry program. Leading up to the day, I felt a bit of excitement—I felt a moment of pride knowing that my work and dedication to my poetic craft was not too far from cultivating an accomplishment that appeared unattainable during my undergrad years: walking across the stage with a Master’s degree!
Downtown Portland, Oregon: Home of AWP 2019
By a strange twist of fate, Portland, Oregon, and Portland, Maine, are on roughly the same..
Plant the seeds of love and watch a heart-shaped tree grow.
Valentine’s Day is upon us. All around the Columbia College Chicago campus..
Part of the required curriculum here at Columbia College Chicago is to take two literature seminar courses: a pre-20th century literature ..
As a graduate student, you are going to be very busy. I know that should be pretty obvious, but really this is true. Although I’m curr..
June is pride season! A month long celebration centered on the queer community in remembrance of the 1969 stonewalls riots started by ..
It’s been a long road. We’ve only been close for five years now, but I’ve known you for what feels like my whole life, and..
Last Thursday, at 11 p.m., my finger hovered over the touch pad of my laptop. The cursor was poised ominously over a send button. I stared..
Tucked away about halfway down the hallway on the 8th floor of the 624 South Michigan building is room 803. This modest office is always p..