Submitted by Anna Wright It is difficult to work from home.There is little incentive to put on clothesOr get out of bed just to sit in a sunken chairOr eat I am depressed. And anxious,As if there are little cameras here watchingAnd I have to…
Submitted by Carlos Gonzalez I was one of many stunned by the announcement of an online NCF merchandise shop. While some chose to tease the shop for its offering of NCF-branded golf balls, apparel and barbecue equipment, I want to draw attention to the NCF…
Submitted by Ra Cohen ('14) CW: adult themes I’m oft at a loss due to candyfloss thoughts dancing about in my mind. All fine and dandy... — until I get randy.Once wet, they suddenly unwind. Candyfloss thoughts pleasingly or teasingly intrude on my writing seemingly unceasingly.Crosswords in bed... Generous…
Poem submitted by Samantha KrellNational Poetry Month 2020 Help Us, Oh God, To Understand What did you do for food? A. sewed; a stitch for every cent B. prayed arms folded aching knees C. a woman should not…
Poems submitted by Becca HadwenNational Poetry Month 2020 Rework my depression is a stack of cardboard boxes that shelter me from grief's downpour. i build them up, make them intricate and shit, i drift into unfeeling. no guests stay long in my soggy, moldy home,…
Poems submitted by Anna WrightNational Poetry Month 2020 Agrobacterium tumefaciens interactions with Mangifera indica Young mango plant Young growing seed Push from the tumbling mess of weed And gain the sunshine, gain the air- Gain the microbe -but beware! There lurks one special microbe here…
Poem submitted by Prince QuaminaNational Poetry Month 2020 The Miner's Wife what would one of those workers findon a day in the life?those heat workers; workingthe canyons and this land,like, our hips when we walkand our jaws when we talk. laboring day in, day outwhile sediment,…
Poem submitted by Jan Burgos-GreerNational Poetry Month 2020 Love merchant Love merchantlet me barter my heart This ruby cracked stone does not suffice It leads me to happiness that fades at night It creates mirages of paradise at a barren sight It whispers sweet nothings…
Submission by Amaranth Sander At Twin Oaks Intentional Community in Louisa, Virginia, right between Charlottesville and Richmond, around 90 children and adults are living away from the conventional nine-to-five schedule. To conduct my thesis research about foodways at Twin Oaks, I participated in a three…
Submitted by Isaac Denner I recently stumbled upon a copy of SRQmag sitting in the Ringling museum’s art library. The cover was graced with the image of a fellow New College of Florida (NCF) student, second-year Emma Gonzalez. Curious if the magazine featured any commentary…
