Category: Creative Prose

These are ramblings from notebooks I had laying around. They make no sense, because I am usually half asleep when I write them and I just let the thoughts in my head flow. Sometimes a poem will come out but it’s not good enough to write down separately, so they are imprisoned in a notebook Read More …

It is becoming trendy for institutions of higher education to recognize Indigenous land by issuing a “land acknowledgment statement” (LAS). Typically, a team of faculty and staff begins by researching the history of the ancestral land of the Indigenous Nation occupied by the institution. From there, the group crafts a statement that honors the ancestral Read More …

As I look up at the giant, elegant door in front of me I realize that I don’t remember how I got here. I turn behind me to see what path I may have taken, but the fog is so thick that I can’t see past the stone doorstep. Is my memory usually this bad? Read More …

The blades of my little white ceiling fan spun languidly in the heavy July air, throwing humidity down at me as I lay on my bed watching them turn. I shifted uncomfortably on the zebra stripes of my comforter, wishing for about the hundredth time that summer that we could afford an AC. Some wishes Read More …