Canis Major
I curl my feet up underneath me to conserve warmth. Coughing from the thin mountain air, I struggle against the cold iron manacles...
Yoriko
God knows how long the old man had been staring at the dusty clouds before he was startled out of his dreaming. A soft and warm pressure...
after james baldwin
While walking back from brunch Saturday morning, I encountered my friend and his whole black family. This was not uncommon since it was...
Driving in Cars
Dad liked to drive with the windows open. Not just in summer when the air conditioning was being fickle, but in winter too. On sunny...
2019 Staff List
Managing Editors Katherine DuVal Callie Higgins Jacob Valenti Allison O'Keefe Poetry Editors Caitlin Mayes Alyssa St. Franc Jacob Valenti...
2019 Letter from the Editors
Dear Reader, As you may have noticed, this year we have decided to take a new approach with the front and back cover of Spires. We...
The Even Worst Bad Poem
I still disagree with my poetry professor. He believes that there is no such thing as a “Bad” poem. We had this disagreement over a year...
Spared Words Collected from Ashes of Fire Slogans [1]
Issued by the Main Office for the Enlightenment and Advertising of the German Students' Association: May 10, 1933 Against class warfare...
On Fixing
Some kind of sadness in the skin of the dog—neck cut crisp against the leash— hand—stranger—tugging along nature false—around the...
Porcelain God
warm feet press against cold tile then knees a ritual bent over praying to our god of porcelain sins crawl from the depths of our...
