As we continue to celebrate the beauty of spring and explore the different Earth Month events around the city, it’s...

When am I alive? The ink line separating me from my mother Smudged by nature’s thumb

[Originally published in Synapse on May 1, 1975.] A U.S.-made calendar will show that today is Loyalty Day, a time...

Science journalist Ankur Paliwal has gained acclaim during his self-described zigzagging career for tenaciously campaigning for broader diversity in science...

Sorry, you can’t hang your hat here. So please, hold on to your headwear.

A surprise fire alarm did not stop 10 outstanding UCSF graduate student finalists from competing at the seventh annual UCSF...

[Originally published in Synapse on April 13, 1978.] The U.S. Department of Agriculture admitted that, in conjunction with the Mexican...

I stumble into the room, fumbling over sensible greetings

Dreams turned to memories; Golden, like pictures in the ocean sunset; It was everything I ever hoped for

[Originally published in Synapse on April 13, 1968.] I supported Eugene McCarthy. I am now committed to Mr. Kennedy.

Swipe, swipe, left-right, swipe, This one, that one, they’re all hype.

White concrete poured poorly, The edges pink and undercooked.

She was right. I don’t know what love is I’ve seen it, and received it, but never given it Or...

We speak gently Into liminal space We all see the faint flame, the wick in shallow wax

On August 26, 1999 Robert Sadler, a UCSF postdoctoral fellow in the Department of Microbiology and Immunology, was shot and...