The Spotlight

"The Spotlight is where we preserve our past, celebrate our present, and encourage our future contributors."

-CSUDH English Graduate Association

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“Mis Colores” - Andrew A. Leung

Mis colores son Fuertes, felices, tristes Dame la vida

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Ken Malloy Harbor Park – Chris Pigao

As a 15-year-old girl I sat and watched the ducks, birds, people minding their own business while my brother who worked a triple shift...

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Wine

By Belen Mercado | For me, poetry is not only words that you write in order to pass time. Poetry is the color of the soul and the beauty...

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Chemical Burns

By Brenda Sanchez-Barrera | Chemical Burns was written in a state of grief and anger. It explores the depths at which heartbreak can...

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To Whomever

By Ashley Smith | I wrote this poem way before Covid reached the monstrosity that it has become. It was something that could have been...

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It's Just a Prolonged Sleep

By Willie Robert Heredia | Willie Robert Heredia is a CSUDH alumnus. He is a dog person who, by chance, happens to live with two cats....

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Thrive in the World

By Maria De La Torre | My most favorite leisure activity is writing poems. One of my most special poems is "Thrive in the World." It's...

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Stretched Hands

By La Kierrea Jenkins | This poem is about a young lady who is facing some trials and tribulations in her life. Her back is against the...

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Bento

By Christopher Piago | I remember reading a very interesting story in a Creative Writing workshop. The writer wrote about...

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Illegal Fireworks

By Felipe De La Rosa | Fireworks flew over our roofs that night A symphony of lights illuminated our paths A magical moment between the...

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Pocha Portrait in a Shrunken Mirror

By Carolina Hernandez | The deodorant they chose for Issy at Ernesto’s corner store had been the same as her sister’s, a blue plastic bar...

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PsychoBabel

By Rachelle Delle | We are wanderers from the four corners Carrying our mother-tongue like a sweet burden The inevitable winds of time...