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The Crossings

The Intersection of Faith and Art.

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 →

Right or Easy

By Alayna Wort In Nadine Gordimer’s book, “A Burger’s Daughter” the reader follows the story of a girl growing up in apartheid South Africa, discovering who she is apart from her family. This journey of discovery is necessary because she... 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 →

An Unlikely Gift

By Brianne Larson Seven weeks ago I was waking up at 6 am, pulling my tired, yet excited body out of bed and pouring a massive cup of coffee into a to-go mug that would be chugged during my 15-minute... 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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