Before spring break, the English Department in association with the Department of Visual and Dramatic Arts hosted a luncheon with distinguished poet francine j. harris on Rice’s campus. francine j. harris is a published author and has written Here Is the Sweet Hand (2020), play dead (2016), and allegiance (2012). her work has been featured in several journals, she is the recipient of numerous writing awards, and is currently an associate professor of…
Like Maya said Still I rise I rise like the sun on another beautiful day Glowing Shining Illuminating all the love there is to be given Providing warmth to those that love me I rise so that I may help others rise I rise to bring joy and grace and intelligence and I rise to show the world all the blessings I’ve been given But I also set like the…
Electra Woman and her Battery-Powered Headaches by Sarah Roberts My eyes are squeezed tight and suffocating under three layers of blanket as if the pain in my forehead could be snuffed out. But still, the light is blinding, my mind ablaze like glow-sticks cracked a few too many times. I snapped one all the way open once. I remember how the fluorescence seeped out, sinking into palms of my…
Fairy lights twinkled against the dark bluing night sky as the murmur of the audience drifted in waves, carried by the breeze, weaving in and out of rows of seats, dissipating towards the front, where a wooden lectern stood against the red-bricked background of Rice University’s Ray’s Courtyard. It is here that poet Dave Lucas began to speak. Lucas’s curled hair, thick-rimmed square glasses and colorful shirt caught the eye…
The Haunting of The Bazaar By Meghna Yennu You used to tell me that the if you dug deep enough anywhere, you could always find roots if you searched hard enough. Look!, you whispered in that way you used to get when you were all excited, this is how the trees steal life. Hands deep in the dirt, the fingers traced over the bark, like one would old…
