The Muse’s Burden By Marley Moore So tell me how hard it is to be you.Your selfless journey through heartbreak and discoveryBelieving every breath you take.Innocence is something you found in me.Low, you know, that they took from you. Vanity is such an odd thingAnother painting of you, another act for meNo painter, philosopher, …
“Numbers” A poem by Scooter Milne I didn’t start out with a whole lot of feelings about numbers, in general. I liked numbers and letters, though I was easily much more fond of the latter. Numbers were fine. They were fine, that is, until my grade hit the number five, and I was told to …
Taboo The cold bench by the bus stop Has had a carcass beneath its metal beams For as long as I can remember A rotting disfigured thing Every morning I must sit above it With a burning nose and watering eyes Pretending it doesn’t exist Until the bus stops by and takes me away …
All night and day – by ashlea simons Charcoal and Acrylic Paint on Paper Ashlea is a part time employee at Lane Community College. She enjoys taking art classes and playing volleyball in her free time. Taking painting and drawing classes at Lane has helped her become more confident in create work.
“Hello, My name is Matthew McCoy, and I’ve lived in Oregon for 7 years. I’m a manufacturing student at LCC. I love finding beauty in rough situations, and I find photography relaxing. The deer was a spike from this season’s hunt.” Matthew McCoy
Short Nonfiction
