The Crossings

The Intersection of Faith and Art.



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 →

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 →

The Hair that Holds the World

By Michelle Moraitis The sky is crashing, falling, driving her to scabbed knees and gruesome toiling. Like Atlas, her hair holds the expanse of sunlit blue and white speckled black – bruising every muscle of her neck. Her hair grows... Continue Reading →

In a Heap

By Judy Frey It was on that day, I don’t remember which, that I decided not to play anymore. I put down my harmonica, my golden, dented trumpet, my heavy, spinet piano, and my little trained voice, and I left... Continue Reading →


By Alayna Wort “As much as I hate to say this, I think we need to be on a plane, heading home Thursday.” The breath we had all held from the moment we were told we had until 5pm Eastern... Continue Reading →

Rumor Has It

By Autumn Owens Your poisonous teeth bite my heart, I am already riddled with disease, please don't keep cutting ugly patterns into my back, it hurts more than you'd think and as you continue to write your petty stories, breathing... Continue Reading →

The Impostor Poems

By Madison Dykes To Be a WriterThere’s a stir in the air,Something you can’t quite place.It rises and it fades,Into the dislocated space—Where dreams are born. Always with an image or phrase,Do these musings springConsuming your minds-eye—Until you pick up your... Continue Reading →

Micah’s Bubblegum Psalm

By Micah Mann 1. I swallowed the bubblegumI took the gift He gave, and it’s goneI had an itch, and I caved, I feel dumb 2. Wisdom filled sayings from momGet replayed on the tip of my tongueFrivolous fun led... Continue Reading →


By Mahalia Gaff Fourteen days ago, March 11th, I heard a rumor that my school might close for a couple of weeks. No, no way, I thought to myself. I can be so irrational, so I have to talk myself... Continue Reading →

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