Here at Pathos, we understand that sometimes a writer just can’t write. If you’re like us, you get writer’s block too. Have no fear, even in this month of spookiness, you don’t have to be afraid of a dry spell in your writing. Here are some…
It’s that time of year again. No, you’re not dreaming. No, we won’t pinch you. Yes, you should definitely call your mom this weekend. Enough beating around the bush. We know why you’re really here. You’re a Portland State University student and you’re interested in submitting…
Marlon Brando, My Father by Kurtis Matthew Youwerethe Wild One.Your namewas Stanley.I spent monthstrying to recreatethat cat soundyou make whenyou introduceyourself toBlanche.What I’mwondering is…Did you reallysleep withRichard Pryor?Did he biteyour neckand give youhickeys? Howmuch was carnaland how muchwas intimate?Were therewhispered words?Is there photographicevidence? Youhave becomemy father,in…
