A Tech Theatre Lighting Portfolio By Layla Harris
Featuring Photography by: Lyle Ross, Lucy Reece, amd Autumn Kimball
Dreams By Cassie Carrdenas
Dreams By Cassie Carrdenas Click Here To Watch
Over Again By Alyssa Rodriguez
Over Again By Alyssa Rodriguez Click Here To Watch Featuring Music By: ** “Darren Curtis – It’s In The Fog” is under a Creative Commons license (CC BY 3.0). Music promoted by BreakingCopyright: https://bit.ly/b-in-the-fog **The original version of this piece was to a different audio, which due to copyright issues had to be changed.…
Pearl Diver (Dance) by KyLee Hill
Pearl Diver (Dance) by KyLee Hill Featuring Music By: ** Filaments’ by Scott Buckley is under a Creative Commons license Attribution 3.0 Unported (CC BY 3.0) Music promoted by BreakingCopyright: https://bit.ly/filaments-song ** The original version of this piece was to the song Pearl Diver by Mitski, but due to copyright issues had to be changed.…
ART Dear Reader/Dear Writer by Miranda Hodges
Dear Reader/Dear Writer by Miranda Hodges
ART Storefront by Jordan Muscal
Storefront by Jordan Muscal
ART it’s not just milk by Sean Edwards
it's not just milk by Sean Edwards
ART Oceanic Operatta by Andrew Hernandez
Oceanic Operetta by Andrew Hernandez
ART Two by Aileen Zhang
Aileen Zhang
Two Poems by Jordan Muscal
Two Poems by Jordan Muscal Darling I Want My Gay Rights Now: A Cento Loving anybody and being loved by anybody is a tremendous danger, a tremendous responsibility. I remember when someone threw a Molotov cocktail I thought, didn’t Sappho say her guts clutched up like this? It is difficult to…
A Girl Called Lust
A Girl Called Lust By Rhea Brennan she was born in the image of her mother hair dyed with the smoke of a house fire and the sewn lips of a handmaid she walked for the first time and stumbled only once falling at the feet of a well-respected man he told her…
Writing About Writing
Writing About Writing By Zeke Opot The kid opened his mouth and I sighed A sea of words would suffocate my ears soon enough The line above is ridiculous. Overly complicated to convey a simple message It’s too unsatisfactory to read poems like this Look at how long line one was Versus line two…
Two poems by Oliver Hoffman
Two by Oliver Hoffman My Biggest Flaw Is That I Care Too Much PETA would take this case to court much later On the table were the shoulders and paws Dr. Taub had dislocated and asked the monkeys to find again. If they weren’t crippled, how could we have known that the…
Casino: 100 Word Story
Casino: 100 Word Story By Paloma Santamarina They all drive up in different moods, different cars, different backstories, but the same idea in their brains. They give me their car keys, they pop their collars, and walk inside, dreaming of green and a metallic smell that opens the door to anything they’ve ever dreamed…
bathtub inferno: an excerpt
bathtub inferno: an excerpt By Marz Lazar Mother tells me it’s time for a bath. I am drowsily staring amongst the pages of equations my teacher assigned me. I find myself ghost-walking down the stairs, through the hall, reaching the back door to follow along the path to the bathhouse. Step after step, my calloused…
Developing Boll
Developing Boll By Aimeé-Anali San Miguel 12 hour days, 12 cents per pound, 12 people in the house 12 is the lucky number If only he had 12 fingers To accompany his 12 callouses; To aid in the 12 steps of picking, pricking, and presenting the fluff. Which is anything but soft. Born…
Letters About Letters
Letters About Letters: A Reversal Poem By Bella Ramirez From Writer, When we were little. not creased. Letters were perfect, not kept. Letters were sent, envelope. Sealed in an be perfectly addressed. Letters had to in the corner. Name and date Letters were long. Up to down. Beginning left to right.…
Love, Echo
Love, Echo By Abby Walmer Beloved, I have come to understand words, the way they taste on an untouched tongue. The way they bend, like a bow beneath skilled hands. How to hoard them, hold them, kiss the copper shine off their newness. How to eat them, savoring each thick-shelled thought and sucking the…
Watch Me
Watch Me By Colby Beserra I will spend my whole life trying to figure me out Staring in the mirror, trying out different poses Spotting the little details; my reason for Existing is a grocery run with no list of items, and the aisles are disorganized and cluttered someone to tell me…
The Last Sampaguita in the Philippine Islands
The Last Sampaguita in the Philippine Islands By Isobelle Lorien Romero What can be so freighting yet beautiful than a storm? What is a silent scream rather than the sound of thunder? Pittering against the window of a car in the silent bubble of a thousand cries. An off season of rain, the abrupt…
I’m From
I’m From By Aidan Takeda I’m from “you can do better” or “that’s not good enough”, and the dog barks over top of it all. I’m from mother’s “let’s be healthy” meals, to my fathers fried rice, and the dog calmly gnawing on his bone. I’m from pity quarrels, to vicious…
Two by Nola Nelson
Two by Nola Nelson Sixteen Rebekah is sixteen, she has outgrown playdates and baby teeth but has ingrown hang nails and that lightheaded feeling you get right in between tipsy and drunk. She wears gold hoops and a belt bag and she feels incredibly old. It is the kind of old that is a…
September Peach
September Peach By Isobel Stevenson I bite into September like a ripe peach when really I still crave July July was a haunting; Falling onto your shoulder, expecting to land and hitting the floor instead Maybe in December I’ll be able to write beautifully about it all I’ll talk about the cracked…