all the blessed stillness

by ayva kunes artist statement In the consistent upheaval of 2020, these photographs represent moments of beauty, peace, and blessed stillness. When I left Susquehanna for winter break the fall of my junior year, the campus I had always loved no longer felt like home. I was looking for an escape, a chance to rediscover …

photographer bios

abigail krautheim is an avid lover of photography and animals. She is a double major in Publishing & Editing and English Literature and a triple minor in Professional & Civic Writing, Marketing, and Professional Sales.  ayva valentine kunes is a senior double major in creative writing and philosophy. When not busy reading or writing, she can often …

2021 masthead

jane seibert CO-EDITORS: bri murphy & abigail krautheim PRINT DESIGNERS AND CO-EDITORS: abigail krautheim & julie heaney READING BOARD HEAD: bri murphy READING BOARD: julia adams, emily hizny, olivia krise, courtney smith, devonne tourre COPYEDITORS: julia adams, emily hizny, courtney smith, devonne tourre FACULTY ADVISOR: hasanthika sirisena

letter from the editors

Dear Reader, When we began this online platform, we said that this magazine would grow and evolve with its authors, readers, and creators. As seen through the literary community’s commitment to persistence through even the most trying of times, this prediction has clearly come to fruition. In just three short years, Essay has grown in ways we …

five vignettes about the stages of decomposition

tyla parks ERIK KIRKLAND MEMORIAL PRIZE FINALIST jane seibert art by danielle fessler Fresh Sighing has become my new thing. Usually done in private: in bathroom stalls, in bed, after he goes to sleep. Sighing has become a way to readjust the weight and find another point that hasn’t become exasperated. My roommate asked me if …

now i lay me down to sleep

ashley toomey bri murphy The day my grandfather died, I saw his body. My grandmother was frozen in the entrance of their living room, her unblinking, glassy eyes trained on the stiff, cold figure slumped over the couch. When my mother got the call from her mother that her father was gone, we had immediately …