On Being a Bad Writer (And How to Fix It) 

We all have days where we look at our work and want to vomit. Sure, the piece isn’t actually wafting off revolting stenches like a Whole Foods giving out samples of durian, but it looks rotten to the core. Words slouch in the the wrong places, lackluster sentences populate paragraphs like capri’d retirees wondering what’s…

Insta-Poets: Lazy or Genius?

With the risk of sounding like the pretentious asshole most people take me for, I need to say this: what the hell happened to poetry? Why are so many mediocre works being praised for genius when they read just like inspirational Pinterest quotes? How is that poetry? I know, I know. Poetry is dead. I’ve…

Silver Falls Solo

Green moss. Rushing waters. Towering trees robed in pelts of lichen. Silver Falls State Park in Silverton, Oregon has it all, and this morning, all included emptiness. At 8 am, I has most chunks of the canyon trail to myself, and it was the perfect place for much-needed reflection. This lush state park was a…

This One is For the Transfer Students

At twenty-two years old and after four years devoted to studying, I am finally graduating from college with a bachelor’s degree in English and a minor in history. Still, my college experience, while not wild in any way, was not one every student pursues, especially students who graduated from the high school I went to….

Bucket List Buddies

As an honors student, my entire identity has naturally been attached to my status as a student. Coming to the end of my undergraduate career, I am presented with the harsh reality that in less than two weeks, I will not longer be a student. What’s a girl to do? More importantly, what’s an honors student to do? The real…

The Coffee Shop Job

Because I’m on the cusp of the post-graduation life, people keep asking me that awful question: So, What Are You Going To Do Next? They hate my answer. I’m going to keep working at this coffee shop. For now, maybe remaining a barista and social media intern is a waste of a degree. But everything…

Where We Are Now

My final semester of undergraduate study ends in less than four weeks. Beyond graduation is an chasm, wide and dark. I do not know what lies across it, nor do I know what rests in its depths. At worst, it’s something akin to the balrog beneath the Bridge of Khazad-dûm. However, I am strangely not…