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Now's your chance! The Otter Realm is now looking for creative works of poetry, short stories, letters to the editor, and reviews. Send your submissions to us: submissions@otterrealm.net. Our print limit is 500 words, but whatever doesn't make it to the physical paper will be put up here!

Poetry by Lucas Seastrom, freshman, TAT Major

To be imprisoned by your own actions
To feel Suppressed and immersed in a pool filled with abuse, lies, and filth.

So this is what it feels like.
To be an object, kept down by
unstoppable desire.
To feel used and pathetic

So this is what it feels like
To be covered in a vicious and burning
poison of guilt.

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Artwork by Angeli Cabal

Showed Piece: I usually don’t give my pieces titles, so unfortunately my painting doesn’t really have a title. I used RoseArt crayons, acrylic paints, Prisma coloring pencils and paint pens. I don’t really know how to explain this piece. When I paint, I have a very vague idea of what I want and then I think as I work.

Photos by Lauren Finch:

Girl Swimming, Log with Water, Bare Tree

We’ve all been a victim of the bad pick-up line at some point of our life. A guy or girl slowly approaches you, thinking they are about to score, and they hit you with a line like, “Are you wearing space pants? Cause your ass is out of this world” throwing their chances (and dignity) right out of the same door they came through.

Seagulls sound on the distant breeze,
Tides crash on wood of old.
Feel of fresh, of utter ease,
Amongst the dwelling of stories told.

Great many just ‘round the bend,
Caring not where they be.
On a journey without end,
The path they cannot see.

It has been ten years since the tragic attacks of September 11, 2001 which stunned the nation on that horrific Tuesday morning. None of us that bared witness to the terrifying ordeal can forget what we saw on television. The despair, sadness, and devastation done unto humanity in a short amount of time, caused by a group with such hatred.

A top ten list. Want to input your own response to “You Know You Go to CSUMB When”? You can do so by emailing yours to: Submissions. Who knows, you might just see yours up here next week!