The Crossings

The Intersection of Faith and Art.



Playing with Fire

By Gabrielle Swartzentruber The twinkle in your eyes Lights the blazing inferno In your smile, and is the Gunpowder in your laughter Unbridled and booming, Yet is merely ash hinting At the volcanic love Underneath. I try to cling to... Continue Reading →

Summer After Starlight

By Elizabeth G. Coogan I contemplate the stars againthe points confusing meeach barbed with a tough edgea painful realitySo I turned to the planetsbut they just went round and roundso I looked down to earthwhere I stood on shifting groundSo... Continue Reading →

Page 102 by Nic Weimer


By Myka Ellenwood Touch is intimateTouch is powerfulIt is a driving forceIt intrigues and pulls you inIt creates a bondIt lingers on the skin,long after the contact is goneWhen the hand lifts, coolness takes its placeThe memory of touch lasts,even... Continue Reading →

Why I am the Way I am

By Destiny Dodd Have you ever felt like everything was just in your head? Have you felt so invisible even when people are looking straight at you? Have you ever felt so alone even when you are in a crowded... Continue Reading →

Discount Massacre

By Sarah Lohroff Egregious greeds grieve over their loss of victory They come home empty-handed with no offering The children of their tribe wail in the night Failed provisions are out of sight Remember the sufferers who mourn, Set aside... Continue Reading →

Deep Breaths

By Stephanie Hickner Deep breaths and pillows for lips I never forgot how you and I so tightly fit Like two corner pieces jammed until the edges split Buttoned pockets and Eyes that swim Turn around again And I’ve drowned... Continue Reading →

Sonnet (Inspired by Virginia Woolf)

By Hunter Martsolf The waves guide me to the Lighthouse in time Anxiety is building as to when The Lighthouse journey is about the climb  I hope that my world does not start to spin Splash and crash the tide... Continue Reading →

It Does Not Speak, But Still, It Moves

By Rachel Stevenson It does not speak, But still, it moves Trapped within its bony cage the weaving of a tapestry ensues Grasping at scraps of thought and word It swiftly stitches them together Impatient for something profound to occur... Continue Reading →

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