Another LightNaomi TerceroWhen I learned why moths flock to artificial light, I cried. Your guitar stares & pulls strings To dull meWhen will my head finally...
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Poetry – Cutting Myself Loose in the Dead of Night
Cutting Myself Loose in the Dead of NightNaomi Tercero There is it again,CrawlingI’ve been instructed not to let it in.I deserve this,I think.Keeping me company on...
Continue reading...Poetry – The Mirror
The MirrorNaomi TerceroDescended from the second citythe etching remains unnamed suspended and regardedas a jewel among tarnished things.A portal through. The same silver metal cuffed tight...
Continue reading...Poetry – Where do you store dangerous information?
Where do you store dangerous information?Naomi TerceroYou can’t store it in your bodyor it’ll catch on an artery and fester. Maybe if I took a knife...
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Sofia Sandoval Sofia Sandoval (They/Them) is from Albuquerque, NM. They’re in their fourth year at New Mexico State University studying Biochemistry and Museum Conservation with a...
Continue reading...Poetry – “Mother”
“Mother”Naomi TerceroI wonder if my mother–(who hates it when I call her mother only because she called her mom “mother” whenever she was angry with her)thinks...
Continue reading...Photography – Self Portrait(s), Las Cruces 2024
This series of self-portraits reflects who I am at this moment——a self-exploration of identity and expression shaped by years of struggling with body image as I...
Continue reading...Photography – A Sense of Place
A Sense of Las Cruces… I spent time at two of Las Cruces’ top coffee spots over the course of a weekend. What I found was...
Continue reading...Photography – In the manner of…
The “In the manner of…” assignment was very fun. We did research on photographers whose style spoke to us. I chose Francesca Woodman. Her black and...
Continue reading...Photography – The King
The King captures my younger sibling, Artemis Tercero (they/them), as I’ve seen them evolve over the years—stronger, braver, and truer to themselves. Growing up only 15...
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