poetry

A poem from an Indigenous scholar not defined by any prism.

Nav alum Sam’s poem ponders creatures caught by pastel boutiques and restaurants at Fisherman’s Wharf.

I wrote this poem during the bleak November weeks. These stanzas draw on memories of student joys and struggles to show a change in one’s mental...

My everyday name is Olivia. My traditional Dakota name is Šinákamina Ská Wiŋ, or White Shawl Shell Woman. I am a mother, a life giver, a caretaker,...

Amelia transforms the Shakespearean idiom through her portrayal of positive bond-building in this poem taken from her collection, “Love, Death...

Beatrix Taylor may be our Business Manager, but she’s also a poet and we didn’t even know it. Enjoy this treat we snuck into the...