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The Intersection of Faith and Art.

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Another Time?

By Mahalia Gaff Conversation—empty; bland.Time—passing; slowly.Hurry—split, splat.Food—falling from his mouth.Eyes—dropping to my lap.Shame—how could I say yes to this?Check—please and thank you.Another time?I think not.

Chugging Away

By Michelle Moraitis Smoke smudged the pure blue sky as the train approached like a giant caterpillar inching its way across the countryside, growing in size as it approached Orchard Lake Station. Madeline trembled on the station platform, tendrils of... Continue Reading →

The Blue Dog Democrat ate my homework

By Clay Sidenbender The canine ate my homework,He shredded it bit by bit;And I worked hard on the Green New Deal,My grandfather just laughed it,A bill ending with lots of zeros,So important that I won’t quit.When read the numbers out... Continue Reading →

The Inhuman Exchange

By Clayton Sidenbender “Will the world ever forgive us for what we’ve done?” John Pendleton wondered aloud, his voice cutting through the howling wind. No one, not even Jagmeet, the philosopher, offered an answer. The faint sound of chewing from... Continue Reading →

Regrets of a Survivor

By Autumn Owens I'm sorry I never held your hand when we were huddled in the bomb shelter. I'm sorry that as the toxins filled the air and the ceiling shattered, I didn't pull you close. We were never sisters,... Continue Reading →

Had I known I was going to have guests at 4am, I would’ve tidied up.

By Alayna Wort Had I known I was going to have guestsAt 4am I would have tidied up.Had I known,I was going to have guests at 4am,I would have tidied up.I would have tidied up,For the sake of the guests... Continue Reading →

My Cancerized Future

By Sumer Schindler Its funny how one views their life. Always pushing things off “until later,” after all, I’ve got all the time in the world. There’s this beautiful, mesmerizing thing we call the future. Its where all our hopes... Continue Reading →

Rock-Paper-Scissors

By Emily Oliver It was the highest stakes game of rock-paper-scissors ever played. People asked for years to come why Wallace would ever bet so much on random chance, but the truth was, he really thought he was going to... Continue Reading →

What I Saw in the Window

By Emily Oliver I’ve been told I’m paranoid. I mean, not that I’m told much of anything anymore. That’s just another beautiful result of moving to the middle of nowhere: people don’t feel as inclined to come tell you what... Continue Reading →

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