Fall 23 Issue 1

Help, My Mirror Smiled at Me

I sat in my dusty room, staring at the unpacked boxes and the mattress on the floor, taking in the old, creaky house. The sound of my...

Til Death We Did Part

The sun was setting. The 6th of May, a Tuesday. It was uncharacteristically cold for May. Everyone stood in a row, shuffling slowly. A...

A Captain's Life for Me

Bein captain ain’t so bad The shoes be a little big The breeches are quite baggy and the shirt does tend to swing I do admit the one...

Womanly Pirate Tragedy

I left town some 3 weeks ago Pirate crew in tow Set sail for riches and for gold little did I know They was scheming up a plan To take...

When Credits Don't Count

Navigating the Hassles of Transferring There’s something nefarious lurking in the river of Transfers, and the bridge leading from...

Beyond Awareness: On Autism Acceptance

Last Thursday, student Marshal Mitchell held a presentation on “Autism Acceptance” in the campus library. The presentation was...

The Wand Stealers

An elderly man in a WW2 aviator cap and a steampunk, scientist-like monocle, bent over his oak Victorain era desk. Garbed in Carolingian...