by Tahirah Uqdah Falah '96

I found myself in Walgreens on Friday looking at canes. I was kind of in a trance, staring at them thinking, “Will I need a cane? If so, when? Do I need one now?”

I held each of the different styles of canes in my hand. There was the fold-out cane, the aluminum cane, the contoured-handled cane. I found the maple-handled...

by Diana Cassar-Uhl ’95

I'm contemplating ending my career as a clarinetist. It's a choice I never expected to face. I thought I'd stay at my job until retirement. Music chose me -- I know I could never have pursued anything else without feeling paralyzing regret.

I'm not sure how I got here. One might assume that giving birth to my first child was the...

by Nina Boutsikaris ’09

Before I fall asleep I keep my eye on that spider, his body as big as a dime, legs spread out and gripping the wall of the wooden hut. I’m hot and itchy, and my eyes are swollen from allergies, but I pull the hood of my sweatshirt over my head and push my face against Luke’s shoulder. Someone hits a switch and the single light bulb on...

The submission period is now closed. Our thanks to all the entrants in this year's contest. The judges have a hard job ahead of them!

Look for the winners -- in the categories of photography, fine art, essay, poetry, and short-short fiction -- in the 2009/3 issue of ICView, due out in the fall!