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 →
The Crossings 