A Glass of Red, Please Wine glasses were empty, perfectly lined up upon a self Sometimes I think about your life before me. Did I…
Fishhook the child watched the light reflect in the water to cling to the promise of a second sun turning everything imperceptible in its haze, …
Your Porcelain Doll I lie awake at night clutching the cloth on my skin. It burns without your presence on my arms, embracing the broken…
Boot Blacking There is a Man in the corner of the one-room club. His face is rugged and beautiful and He’ll call you ‘Boy’. you’ll…
Hornets There are hornets in my head, over my shoulder, behind my ears, beneath my fingertips, wings battering against the insides of my eyelids. Buzzing,…
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…
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…
The Foothills Undergraduate Visual and Textual Magazine was abandoned in 2020 due to the COVID-19 pandemic. It wasn’t until 2022 when Lily McManamy and Lauren…