Ethnicity (checking a box) vs. race (being boxed in)

Often, people fail to understand the distinction between ethnicity and race, or they fail to recognize a line exists between them at all.  Supposing that these two terms can be blurred together to coexist as synonymous concepts is a dangerous assumption.

UNO Bookstore has a stocking problem…again

Melanie Buer OPINION EDITOR For the third year in a row, I have dutifully ordered my books from the University of Nebraska at Omaha’s campus bookstore....

The uncertain future of Crossroads

Kaylee Pierce CONTRIBUTOR The fate of Crossroads Mall once again faces an uncertain future. Just recently, the city of Omaha revoked the Crossroads Mall agreement, which...

Flynn is just the first domino to fall

James Hill CONTRIBUTOR National Security Advisor Michael Flynn resigned Feb. 13 for misleading the Vice President and White House officials about his conversations with the Russian...

Resident advisors are here to help

Shaylie Holst CONTRIBUTOR College is a time of many “firsts”, especially for incoming freshmen. One of these major “firsts” is moving into a new dorm and...


In early October, a 14-year old Pakistani girl, Malala Yousufzai, was targeted for assassination by the Taliban.  Her crime? She just wanted to go to school.  And outspoken advocate for girls' education, she was accused of "promoting western thinking" and marked for death by the infamous fanatics.  She was shot twice, once in the head and once in the neck.  Two other girls were injured in the attack.

Imagining the catfish

Imagining the catfish,

bloated, floating at the brim.


How many on hand to wrench

it from the murk?  Two? Three?


Each struggling to gather a portion

of the colossal mass, swearing and


hauling the thing out, plop-

-ping it on tile, wiping their hands.


The cold, lifeless fish (as cold in life

as in death) splayed on the floor.


But maybe it just one.  Staring

Into the empty (as empty in life as in


death) eyes and feeling strangely

pleased.  The parabolic mouth


smiling, the whiskers dangling,

tickling her exposed flesh.  


And she laughs, and for god knows why feels:

sometimes a catfish is more than a catfish,

And sometimes death is more than

even death can imagine itself to be.