Family Art
By Matthew Howen The family art is a mysterious one but it is by far the most common. What has anyone to do with art? Everything. From our birth we […]
By Matthew Howen The family art is a mysterious one but it is by far the most common. What has anyone to do with art? Everything. From our birth we […]
By Beau Stumberg Portland has many unique eateries and restaurants. From Ethiopian to Japanese and beyond, there seems to be no end to the variety of food that our city […]
Parts 1 and 2 of Laura’s story can be found in the February and March editions of Muse By Laura Griffith Rock harmonies and cigarette smoke floated out the open […]
Poetry by Tyler Griffin Black Man Black Man What you gonna do When the white man jump and crawl after you? Black Man Black Man What you gonna do When […]
Fiction by Laura Griffith [To read pt. 1 of Laura's story, see the February Edition of Muse) A crisp, white sign baked in the Tennessee sun. Classic black lettering read […]
Poetry by Shaun Stevenson The moon crawls higher scraping stars and space – a dull yellow glow lighting under its cold rays a garden smothered in vines and thorns and […]
Poetry By Nick Fine A woman has a beauty that can awe and inspire, but she is not art, nor paint, nor canvas, nor object to desire, But man, with […]
A vignette by Matthew Howen I am beginning to see points of light in the evening. Imagine that a point of light can be represented by one inhumanly long string, […]
By Beau Stumberg In my previous reviews (and in the true nature of any Portlander) I have avoided many well-known breakfast joints in town for the purpose of attempting to […]
By Charlie Piehler I am in love with art. I love viewing art, and I especially love viewing the artwork of my friends.The Portland Wall actually began in Seattle three […]
Poetry by Anne Partridge Another year over, another 365 days done At midnight this morning a New Year was rung A moment spent in reflection and all the year had […]
Poetry by Tyler M. Griffin A complex notion will I give to a heart too big for his big Rib cage For a smile; A laugh That tears the diaphragm […]
Poetry by Tammy Brown Lord, you make me feel like I’m light as a feather, but strong like a warrior. You fill my heart with your unconditional love. My life […]
As the official breakfaster writer/hunter for Multnomah University’s Muse Student publication, I have to formally recant a statement I made in my previous breakfast review. Although 82nd may seem like […]
Over last mid-semester break I visited my father in North Carolina. Going to and from North Carolina I changed planes six times and spent over 18 hours in planes and […]
(In the challenge, each short story had to be under 500 words, told from a first-person perspective–who wasn’t human, had to end with a sort of vehicle, and include the […]
Living on 82nd and Glisan means that you are going to have to travel to enjoy a good meal (unless you know of the few hidden dinner restaurants). In terms […]
R C R O S S A D S Standing at a crossroads which way to choose The question bears asking Is it betting to gain […]
When someone says the word diner, many people may think of bad coffee and greasy food; a place where old men get together in the morning to sip coffee and […]
I am the wife who walked away, I am the son who refused to stay, I am a wandering soul I was blind before I could see, I am the […]