May 2018 – Confluence

Cecropia moth with wings extended, on grass

THREE POEMS

by HwadoPosted on May 17, 2018October 15, 2018Poetry

"The stable is empty tonight— / The mares are asleep on the meadow"

PROJECTIONS

by Alexis O'DonnellPosted on May 17, 2018October 31, 2019AudioScholars Groups

Field recordings from the Pacific Northwest

Raven/Shark

by Patrick BovaPosted on May 17, 2018September 10, 2018PortfolioScholars Groups

On the preservation of a totem pole

Whose Public?

by Jenzia BurgosPosted on May 15, 2018September 26, 2018Advanced Writing CourseCriticism

"It is necessary to reveal the ways that New York City theaters, often touting themselves as cultural forums and hubs for inclusivity, are both succeeding and failing in ways to meet these goals through their most visceral, visual spatial impressions."

Iceland: An Introduction

by Firozah NajmiPosted on May 15, 2018August 26, 2019Scholars Groups

Seven students in the Dean's Honor Society respond to a trip to Iceland.

Field Journal

by Sydney RappisPosted on May 14, 2018May 15, 2018FictionScholars Groups

"We went to Iceland knowing there had been a history of elf sightings. We were a team of highly trained professionals searching for a truth we had only heard rumors of, and when we found it, we struggled with the decision to disseminate the information."

Between: An Interactive Text

by Firozah NajmiPosted on May 14, 2018September 10, 2018FictionScholars Groups

"It's been several months since you took over your late grandfather's farmstead, and you're still getting used to the scarcely forgiving landscape."

Aurora

by Erin SiuPosted on May 14, 2018May 15, 2018Creative Non-FictionScholars Groups

Fireworks, sparklers, and sunsets make me think of youth. Of mountains filled with dancing bodies, the smell of burning firewood, and animated voices overpowering the sound of the wind. In the dark night on New Year’s Eve in Reykjavík, Iceland, …