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…
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…
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…
On Sept. 28, DU’s Vicki Myhren Gallery opened “Gonkar Gyatso: Intimacy and Immediacy,” a new exhibit that will run until the end of fall quarter.…