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The Crossings

The Intersection of Faith and Art.

Month

April 2020

Da Capo Al Fine

By Devin Rogers In the midst of smiling faces and warm embraces, The cleaning of lockers and preparations for summer, I sat with you, touched you, and held you. You were my everything for four years. With you I found... Continue Reading →

Easter 2019

By Emily Oliver At the dinner table Grandma announces she will be donating her body to science. A piece of stale bread crumbles from her mouth like a clod of dirt onto an empty grave. In a cold research lab,... Continue Reading →

#Vampire

By Brandon Barnes In the light we die Darkness is our only love So, what are we then?

Leaky Sink

By Stephanie Hickner Sandra Ray’s heartbeat is less a melody than a shallow vibration. The screws meant to hole her steady Spun down her drain toward nowhere at all. To battle miseries and ecstasies Just what she needs, or so... Continue Reading →

Lovers Drifting Collection

By Sumer Schindler An Encounter to Wonder    A path of life, a pattern, a line,   A schedule crossed and intertwined with mine—  Purpose unborn except that of time,   A glance, a step, we remain blind.   The heavens, the earth—they... Continue Reading →

Love

By Myka Ellenwood A dangerous four-letter word Has many uses, Manipulation Appreciation, infatuation, adoration Songs and poems Praise and vilify Humans desire it No matter the cost Exhilarating and terrifying Top of the roller coaster Paired with two little words... Continue Reading →

Walking on Water Isn’t Easy

By Michelle Moraitis “Let me come to you Lord!” I scream above the waves.  Jesus doesn’t force me to come, but he allows my desire for him to propel me to leave the ship. He beckons. He invites. I throw my legs over the side and my feet land miraculously... Continue Reading →

Purple Lilac

(the first emotions of love) By Ciara Garcia Lost in the constant motion of leaves as I watch them fall to the Earth in the most dignified way Not too fast and with full confidence They know how this is... Continue Reading →

Untitled Poem

By Everett Harbaugh I yearn for the embrace The touch on my face The welcome precipitation, The joyous encapsulation, When can it finally begin? I must go down to the sea again.

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