The Editorial Staff of The Thing Itself would like to thank Hector Garza for gifting us with a beautiful piece of artwork for our cover. The piece resonated with us in it’s depiction of two young people studying and writing. The
Yearning Wendy Tatlonghari Burg On the day Brett Paul died there was a party going on. It was still early in the summer before the temperature set records and the humidity grew into a sticky blanket. The sky was a
Empty Nest Yvonne Higgins Leach In the silence the room’s four bare walls compress, the carpet trodden, the closet swept away of the clothes she wears. All the things that were hers, that were clenched in time and space, now
Mirror Victoria Ramirez Sam liked to keep busy. As a 21-year-old pre-law student, working part-time as a waitress to stay on top of her bills, Sam had mastered the art of penciling in every meeting, homework deadline, and work hour
You Have Zechariah Riebeling :tensions, pulling tighter on the strings. A flag won’t wave when your throat is pulled tight not allowing your voice to sing. :no wings, So you will never fly without the use of machines. Yet your
Triplets Mickey Revenaugh The rabbit is laid out on the driver’s side floor, not yet stiff, just cool and solid in the early August morning. I discover it when I wrench open the door of my mother’s old white station
C A L L for Submissions: The Thing Itself, a literary journal of Our Lady of the Lake University, is open for submissions. We are accepting short fiction and nonfiction (up to 5,000 words), and poetry (up to three poems).