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The Intersection of Faith and Art.

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A Friend?

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 →

A Day in the Park

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 →

how to write when i’m happy?

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 →

Dandelion Wishes

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 →

By Bryce Yoder, Student Writer in Residence

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 →

The Color of My Own Eyes

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 →

Ghostly Eyes

By Clair Prins The ghostly eyesOf the moon peek throughBranches of trees.Murmurs of my forgottenHistories swirl andDance, gentlyCaressing my hair andCoaxing me along. I race,I runFor the thrill of it.I wave at starsAnd screamAt the moon toCome get me!Bring me... Continue Reading →

Writer’s Block

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 →

The Worries I Find in Leafless Branches

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 →

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