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The Crossings

The Intersection of Faith and Art.

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 →

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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 →

Photo Collection by Grace Hilty

This photo collection is inspired by Lily Briscoe, a character from Virginia Woolf's novel To the Lighthouse. Through these photos, my goal was to capture how I perceived Lily's character. Lily Briscoe is a talented artist, who uses creativity in... Continue Reading →

No Longer Ignorant

By Lucas Mooiboroek "for in Christ Jesus, you are all sons of God, through faith. For as many of you as were baptized into Christ have put on Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is... Continue Reading →

The Garden

By Sarah Lohroff Don’t come too close, you’ll be standing in his spot You’ll trample the roses and marigolds I’ve planted with careful thought Watered with tears of conviction and unyielding self-control They stand a little taller with each passing... Continue Reading →

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