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The Crossings

The Intersection of Faith and Art.

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Winning is Never Enough

Michelle Moraitis The game was close. The clock was ticking down–twelve seconds, then eleven, ten. Dribbling down the court, I knew those precious seconds on the clock meant everything. Every decision I made from there on was crucial. The goal... Continue Reading →

Untitled Poem

By Micah Mann What lovely gift, a shot at life A chance to construct something nice Deter from past illusions quick, Lest sober judgement ruin it This gift, a song, a clanging gong That fills the tense spring air Wind... Continue Reading →

A Poem for Poetry Class

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 →

But What About Forgiveness?

By Alayna Wort In 1995, Archbishop Desmond Tutu was appointed commissioner of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission (TRC) by the then recently elected President Nelson Mandela. The point of this commission was to begin the process of healing for all... Continue Reading →

On Being “Sick”

By Mads Gonzales Sickness can mean a lot of different things to a lot of different people. Some might see it as a cough or vomit in a bowl, or some would venture to describe it as broken bones or... Continue Reading →

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 →

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