By Bryce Yoder, Student Writer in Residence The steady,breathless,thump thump.thump thump.thump thump.I hear it every morning,every night -with every retweet and every likea nation holds it breath.And you can feel the tension in the pit of its chest.I woke up... Continue Reading →
By Bryce Yoder, Student Writer in Residence Let me break out my fountain pen,paint you a picture:A senior in college feeling sort of like a grifter,a drifterafloat in a world he’s still learning,writing poemsproseand punny linesto keep the firewood in... Continue Reading →
by Sydney Williams flower boy. look at yourself look at who you’ve become. it’s not easy. navigating the waters of who you are, who you are told you are, and who you want to be. daisies and sunflowers bloom from... Continue Reading →
By Alan Cohen Surf The morning, a cocoon, light and quietFootball and the school year start todayThe fiscal year in a monthThe calendar year up ahead in an astro-logical darknessAll separately revolving, interlocking spheres Out of phase, I am also out of... Continue Reading →
a spoken word piece conceived by Bryce Yoder I need to write a poem for my poetry class. I don’t know what to write - this project’s kicking my ass, which is strange cause writing poetry is kinda what I... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
By Brandon Barnes In the light we die Darkness is our only love So, what are we then?
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 →
