My mother tells me I’ve always had an obsession with the people of the streets, the “nomads” as we called them.
by Mark Bessen
When I was younger I used to imagine how convenient it would be if humans radiated emotions as colors, glowing orange when lecherous, blue when blue. Now I…
by Alizeh Iqbal
Our frog's croak
is like the first bloom of wetness...
by Katie Wu
Lately all I’ve been hearing about is endings. The end of my time here at Stanford. The end of relationships. The end of my term as editor-in-chief. The end of shows on television that should’ve been cancelled three seasons ago.
It’s no surprise that I’ve been craving some beginnings.
Faculty Profile by Rachel Kolb
Scott, a former Stegner fellow who teaches in Stanford’s creative writing program in addition to his pursuits as a working writer, took a few minutes from his schedule to discuss the intricacies of his new novel, humans and machines, and being a writer at Stanford.
