Cloud Watching Spinal cord Broken but whole Wispy and gray It hangs in the clouds Dissolving like Marrow in the soil. I buried you Years…
Part 2: The Sky The sky and lake look the same to me now. If you stand far enough away from them, right at midday,…
Good Morning They sat in the old rustic diner the morning after it had snowed all night. They spent the night at Harley’s house after…
The Zen Pika Way up at Box Canyon Lake, Idaho, two idiots with a pellet rifle and a plan to spend…
Part 1: The Beginning It would be so much easier if things were different. Instead, we’ve been forced out into the middle of nowhere. There’s…
Three Poems I Wish My Dead Friend Could Read 1. Mother Oak the Oak tree is my mother not the ashes on the shelf above…
*To ensure the safety of the organizers mentioned in this article, last names have been omitted from reporting. On Friday, Feb. 23, D3 Arts hosted…
A new section has been added to the DU Clarion, welcoming weekly poetry and prose submissions. The section offers an outlet for all students to…
As the Director of Jazz and Commercial Music Studies, Assistant Professor Remy Le Boeuf is reshaping the jazz program at the University of Denver’s Lamont…
On the walls of elevators, the floor of the commons, the fronts of laptops and the sides of water bottles—you can’t escape them. The sight…