The Crossings

The Intersection of Faith and Art.


April 2020

Buddhist Fog

By Michelle Moraitis Pooling sweat, moist and hot, clothing sticks, along the creases of armpits. The air is so heavy, a thick, cumbersome smog among tropical life, and Pad Thai noodles; the spirits create this Buddhist fog. Satan stands, in... Continue Reading →

My Ghosts

By Michala Zappia Darkness, solitude, and calm. The closest I’ve ever felt to non-existence. Quietly unaware of just how peaceful this existence is. The alarm sounds. With tired eyes I reach to silence the irritating noise. My mind hovers above... Continue Reading →

The Hair that Holds the World

By Michelle Moraitis The sky is crashing, falling, driving her to scabbed knees and gruesome toiling. Like Atlas, her hair holds the expanse of sunlit blue and white speckled black – bruising every muscle of her neck. Her hair grows... Continue Reading →

Collection of Poems on Coronavirus

By Michelle Moraitis Explanation: I have created four poems in response to the Coronavirus. They don’t directly talk about the Coronavirus, but they speak of the many truths that so many people have learned through this experience. They also related mostly... Continue Reading →

What if We Could See?

By Mahalia Gaff It happened so many years ago that people don’t talk about it anymore. Yeah, yeah, we can’t see anymore, but who cares? What matters is what we’re doing now, without our sight, not how to get it... Continue Reading →

In a Heap

By Judy Frey It was on that day, I don’t remember which, that I decided not to play anymore. I put down my harmonica, my golden, dented trumpet, my heavy, spinet piano, and my little trained voice, and I left... Continue Reading →


By Mahalia Gaff The Light of Your Innocence   Five years old and you tear yourself away from your mama’s grasp.   Racing to the swings, the monkey bars, the slides. You don’t look back, not once. You don’t see,... Continue Reading →


By Alayna Wort “As much as I hate to say this, I think we need to be on a plane, heading home Thursday.” The breath we had all held from the moment we were told we had until 5pm Eastern... Continue Reading →

Rumor Has It

By Autumn Owens Your poisonous teeth bite my heart, I am already riddled with disease, please don't keep cutting ugly patterns into my back, it hurts more than you'd think and as you continue to write your petty stories, breathing... Continue Reading →

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