Submitted as part of the 2025 Humanities and Healing Event.

In the brush where trees run wide like dreams A cocoon fixed just right contains the larvae screams Within, is a student with wings not...

Can the weight of words bear down such that My breath is lost to the keening cries of time? Is the silence quantified by the speech...

"Lockers" "Snow day" "Studying" Submitted as part of the 2025 Humanities and Healing Event.

As I sat in A7 near the Academic Rotunda, I was trying to differentiate between the different time frames of neurologic ischemia and how...

Selected submissions by participants, November 2024 By: Anonymous

We unknowingly wear the intimacies of our lives upon our bodies. Every scar, every scab, every blemish lays our stories bare to those...

The disease did not simply eat away at her kidneys. The disease did not simply eat away at her heart. The disease ate away at her core....

By: Braeden Sagehorn

By: Nishika Navrange Vieques Across a stretch of a bioluminescent sea, beyond deceptively treacherous currents, and under a sky with...

By: Michelle Chin He always thought that blue was a depressing color, but she considered it her favorite, so simply by that association...

By: Michelle Chin I am a child again and my joints are limber enough to swing from the monkey bars without concern of injury. Youth...