Author / Marissa Gomez

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  • One Last Shot

    I took this photo in the summer of 2015 when I went to Europe for the first time. Ishot this image using an Ipad air tablet when the airplane took off from theAmsterdam airport. It was my last day in Europe and my first time being overseas,and I wanted to capture this final sweet moment…

  • Untitled

    My mixed media painting was begun with a traditional pencil and paper sketch, but it was finished in thedigital drawing program, Krita. It is a counterintuitive look at travel: my family always traveled forvacation when I was a child. I enjoy visiting new places, but an unexpected result of leaving home hasbeen a growing appreciation…

  • On the Outside Looking In

    They worship the ground she walks on and they stare her down while shegracefully takes each step on her way to class. People love her and in their eyes she’sperfect; although she’s perfect in my eyes so I can’t be jealous of all the attention shegets and the popularity she has when I practically idolize…

  • Radiance

    I captured this photo on my first trip to St. Louis, MO, in 2017. The Gateway Arch gets its name because St. Louis is known as the “Gateway to the West,” and this title was very fitting for my visit. As a new college student at the time, and as a person who had left their…

  • Looking Back at the Past Three Years

    I have been a part of The Scriblerus staff for three years now if I’m counting this semester. My time as both a general editor for one full year and the editor in chief for two years now has been wild. I loved being a general editor and participating in class, and when Hannah, The…

  • An Echo in the Mountains

    Gina Zbinden Spring 2015
  • Are You Prepared?

    Before taking off for a trip, how do you prepare for the unexpected?YOU CAN’T!!!! What you can do to prepare though is to make sure you have the basics down first. For example, it’s like starting a new class for the first time. You can sign up and have all the basic necessities like a…

  • Why Write? – Anthony Harper

    To my family it keeps me dry. To my friends I’m organizing chaos, overlapping like fish scales. To myself I lie. When really I write so maybe one day you’ll see my name through a window and read about yourself. Really, It’s so you might see me how I see you. Anthony Harper is a…

  • Earth Songs – Jerry Prater

    Imagine the highest mountain You could climb in your mind, Where early morning mist bathes The frosted beargrass in pearly dew And wild huckleberries offer Their tart gift to fat pancakes Cooked over an open fire. Imagine all this And climb. Seek out the stones That have lost their voice, Silent in the eddy and…

  • Black Aftermath – Thomas Piekarski

    I stared Genocide square in the eye, accused it of being a foreign spy. It laughed and said I had no business injecting facts about its sordid record. In my derision, I became fit to kill. Yet, let’s take this discussion outside, I urged, under the moonlit magenta sky where we may mitigate our differences.…

  • Capture the Moment – Michelle Brooks

    Small fires burn in the street and the smell of gunpowder permeates the night. Another fourth of July and I feel the old pull of sadness for summers gone past, the wish that if I tried hard enough, I could shed myself and join the sparklers that erupt in the sky, that beauty could erase…

  • RSVP – Nick Trelstad

    After they buried you, I found myself in my bedroom thumbing through a shoebox of cards – looking for you in the baptisms, birthdays, first communions, confirmations. I found you between Christmas and Valentine’s, on a piece of parchment folded over and over on itself into a small square. I pulled you open and you…

  • Turning Face – John C. Mannone

    One step dragged in front of the other, his whole body ached, head gouged with thorns, flesh ripped to bone. Yet not a word of complaint. When they nailed him to the rough cut wood, he cried inside, his mouth open. He bled forgiveness for their ignorance. And when the heavens darkened, he spoke what…

  • Drift – Erica Goss

    Skipped like a stone across a wide warm lake. The day, reenacted in fragments. Night a surface I bend into. Thoughts in cobweb drift to earth. Sparks of crimson dance against my eyes, a bright constellation of visitors I won’t remember when I wake. Buffeted, oh so gently, as if by wings of angels. Erica…

  • Crescent Roll of the Moon – Alena Podobed

    The sky is frothy white with clouds like with flakes of sweet cream. The lollipop ingot of the sun has teased us and gone. Now, the darkness of the night glows with myriads of crumbs: someone has secretly feasted on a sponge cake up there. The poppy seed crescent roll of the moon is fatter…

  • an unkindness of ravens – Abbie Hart

    once i read this adage that bad people don’t think they’re bad people which made me think i wasn’t bad which made me think i was which put me in an anxiety spiral at god knows o clock a.m sometimes i think maybe i’ve burned bridges just to have something to run from like i…

  • There’s A Baby In Heaven For Me – Levi Mericle

    There is a dream I can’t imagine And a son I cannot hold There’s a passion I seek and a kissless cheek And a love as pure as gold There’s a child I need and a father’s greed An ocean of tears I’ve cried There’s a heaven that cradles my baby And a question not…

  • Runaway – Erin Brody

    Gentle hum of cars on my right Rumbling of the trains on my left Locusts buzzing in front of me My family shouting behind me The wind caresses my face with her brisk hand —Like the way Mom used to— Her other hand brushes my hair towards the dusk sky Fireflies make light in out…

  • The Old Man – Pragjyotish Bhuyan Gogoi

    The trembling old man, Spirit waning with time, Everyday I see him Head down with thoughts, Walking slowly by. But today was he smiling And was gathering quite a pace, Out of curiosity, I could not help but follow his steps. Into the woods he went And so did I. From behind a tree I…

  • The Number You Have Dialed Is No Longer In Service – Michelle Brooks

    Since you’ve been gone, it feels like a Monday after a long holiday, all stale coffee and jammed printers. The mail is junk and bills, and it’s always leftovers for dinner. I don’t feel lonely. I don’t feel much of anything except that the carnival has left town for good, like it never happened. Your…