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 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 →
Andrea JenoskySophomoreGraphic Design 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 sense and to be encouraged... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I wonder if the art I contribute to this worldis hurled into it in a positive or negative way.I often find myself struggling to think of things to say,so I resort to letting my emotions lead the way -paint... Continue Reading →
By Clair Prins Her eyes slowly blinked open. Her gaze moved around the long room, but seemed to takenothing in. Helia was shivering; her bare feet freezing against the cool cement floor. “Hello?” Only her echo responded, just as confused... Continue Reading →
By Bryce Yoder, Student Writer in Residence Call it a cube,maybe five by five by five.Call it a brick,smash a window and revive.Call it a Lego and I’ll build you up a masterpiece.Call it a chopping block, I’ll beg for... Continue Reading →
By Bryce Yoder, Student Writer in Residence There’s a part of me that finds nice weather in late November…a touch unsettling.Don’t get me wrong,I’m a sucker for 55 with a light breeze,sun maybe partially obscured behind some wispy cotton ballsbut... Continue Reading →
the clock ticks onhas it beat sixty times yet?like a bass line to my anxious melody,a rhythm for my thoughts tokeep in time with slouched with somethinghalf-finished in my hand,i do without comprehending,worries crowning as i smileand wave at someone... Continue Reading →
By Bryce Yoder, Student Writer in Residence An Ode to the Lo-Fi Hip Hop GirlI hope her notebook fills eternaland her ink well never dries.I hope her hand, it never crampsand her headphones never die.Though she may toil in academic limboI... Continue Reading →
The Crossings 