The Crossings

The Intersection of Faith and Art.




by Ashley Baughman When I was a child, I cowered in fear when the night time slipped silently by.         I would fear that the darkness would tear me apart, that the shadows would come alive.     ... Continue Reading →


A Poem About A Girl – Spoken Word

"A Poem About A Girl" performed by Spencer French at the Wham Bam Poetry Slam at Notre Dame.

A Poem Called Dawn

by Nicholas J. Weimer As twilight begins retreating to the west, I stand solemnly in the pasture; like a towering oak. The air, frigid from the late autumn frost Penetrates my fingers; like sunlight through an open window. The starry... Continue Reading →

An Endless Bus Ride – Tyler Callahan

Yellow rubber-coating ‘round The support pole Rattles as we leave the town. En masse we stroll East to where the planes touch down. Not a soul Would break the silence then. In whispers two old women spoke Of things they... Continue Reading →

The Sweetness of Revenge – Megan Spencer

His death would be a sweet release. Just like teenagers deserve to be sent to college. The satisfaction of seeing the pain cross my siblings face as they step on a Lego. Watching someone flail as they fall on slick... Continue Reading →

The Cycle – Alex Busse

Suffocating fumes fester for profit; Vats of molten steel shimmer gold; Pressed steel sparks with resplendent array. Toiling, first shift workers operate the machinery. Captivated by nothing, yet captive to their work, Pacing silently, managers yearn for perfection. Drenched in... Continue Reading →

Solitude in Silence – Micah Hershberger

Isolation drips down summers and winters that intermingle in a sense of mundanity. It can not be looked past or even seen as avoidable. Persistently, I become better acquainted with silence than with the reality of an unseen timetable. Uncontrollable,... Continue Reading →

“The Thing” and “To Make Sense”–a short poetry collection

From an anonymous alumnus. The Thing So this is the thing I now know what the citizens have been celebrating Something like happiness Hilltops anonymous Treefarers ridings the northwestern winds Stake out at the Five Star Just for dimes and... Continue Reading →

The Caged Bird Devours – Ashley Simon

—the bird, notice it there, on the front left pocket of her pink plaid pajamas: soiled from the stream that leaks from her right eye: fluttering fatigue. Stiffen. Eat a bite of chicken roll it around on your tongue while... Continue Reading →

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