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The Crossings

The Intersection of Faith and Art.

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Poetry

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 →

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.

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 →

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