By Taylor Knight Snow clothed the landscape in freezing white, laying across the earth like a blanket of death for those ill-prepared. Fortunately for the kids, their parents had bundled them up with more layers than they could count. “You... Continue Reading →
By Brianna Densmore I’m holding on to my love for you. Even when it hurts. Even when I wonder if you truly love me back. My love is strong, undying, and ... Continue Reading →
I was a senior in high school when I met some incredible people that I never would imagine I would ever meet. I met some people who are very different than me; people who live out in the middle of... Continue Reading →
By Jo Hackett Honestly and regrettably, a hand connects to a boy’s face. No, two boys. They were reprimanded for God knows what. The hand, becoming more and more confident in its capabilities for violence, perhaps discipline, perhaps authority, connects... Continue Reading →
By Gabrielle Swartzentruber We sit in the park, you and me, Beneath the grand ol’ willow tree. The sparrows sing their lovely song, While carefree people walk along. But we have something to discuss. You were so peaceful when you... Continue Reading →
By Bryce Yoder, Student Writer in Residence I’m in a good mood today,which is good for mebecauseI meanwho doesn’t wanna be in a good mood? But unfortunately,it’s bad news for you‘cause there are certain things I can’t dowhen my disposition... Continue Reading →
By Bryce Yoder, Student Writer in Residence I went outside in a sweatshirt and jeansand I thought to myself,damn, could it be spring?But more than the expected changing of the seasons,I have reasons to want a new beginning.It’s not about... Continue Reading →
Josiah James HackettSeniorGeneral Music and Liberal Arts Double MajorBethel University Interview conducted by Gabrielle Swartzentruber in The Crossings’ series on creativity and diversity within Bethel University’s student body. The heart behind this series is to explore creativity in a broader... Continue Reading →
By Bryce Yoder, Student Writer in Residence I’ve never really known the color of my own eyes.Anytime I’ve been asked,I’ve marked on the line that they’re hazelbut I don’t think that’s right.There’s a little bit of blue,a little bit of... Continue Reading →
The Crossings 