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The Intersection of Faith and Art.

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Deep Breaths

By Stephanie Hickner Deep breaths and pillows for lips I never forgot how you and I so tightly fit Like two corner pieces jammed until the edges split Buttoned pockets and Eyes that swim Turn around again And I’ve drowned... Continue Reading →

Sonnet (Inspired by Virginia Woolf)

By Hunter Martsolf The waves guide me to the Lighthouse in time Anxiety is building as to when The Lighthouse journey is about the climb  I hope that my world does not start to spin Splash and crash the tide... Continue Reading →

Impractical Jokers

By Bryce Yoder I don’t understand Jokers. Their place in a deck seems like it went unchecked, like the first man to make some playing cards forgot to inspect his work cause Jokers get no respect - as an avid... Continue Reading →

Virginia Woolf Mosaic

By Allison Coffeen I made a mosaic of Virginia Woolf out of lighthouse pictures that I’ve taken throughout the years. I work at the beach so I am blessed enough to be able to take a lot of sunset and... Continue Reading →

Broken Heart’s Lament

By Autumn Byer 11th Grade, Bremen Senior High   I never once dreamed we’d be torn from each other’s arms. My heart feels overwhelmed by the agony resting deep within because you’re gone. Without you, I feel lost in my... Continue Reading →

Gone

By: Autumn Owns 12th Grade, Bryan High School Words and yogurt slop out of my slack mouth. Caregivers with phony smiles touch my wrinkled skin and act like they know better than me. They mop up the yogurt and listen... Continue Reading →

Blu-Bird

By Zachary Veazie 12grade, John Adams High School

Infectious

By: Emily Oliver You call it love but I call it that disease that racks the entire being, an incubation period of how long it takes eyes to meet. Then the symptoms begin to kick in. At first just a... Continue Reading →

Birth of a Memory Theorist

By Bryce Yoder Avery didn’t remember passing out. He didn’t remember losing consciousness or where he was when he did. When Avery woke up in a small office, he couldn’t really remember anything. He knew his name. His mom’s name... Continue Reading →

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