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It’s been a hot minute since anything posted on this site. That’s because life has gotten its hooks into us and we’ve let the important things — like poetry, fiction, artwork, writing about writing, personal essays, and general expression imagination magic — slip away. You can help us. How? You can submit your artwork and Read More ...
We invite you to share your creative expressions with us — poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction, critical essay, drawings, paintings, photographs — so that we can publish them here. Contact Dr. Laurie MacDiarmid via email. Artists may submit: Upload each submission separately. (With the exception of poetry: If you’re submitting more than one poem, create a Read More ...
Graphos, a creative space maintained by and for undergraduate artists, is spearheaded by students at St. Norbert College, a Catholic, Norbertine, liberal arts institution founded in 1898 on the banks of the Fox River, in De Pere, Wisconsin. Some form of Graphos has been in existence since 1990, staffed by students and faculty, serving the Read More ...
I lost the meaning of love Not that you said it But through your eyes I swore they carried it You said to trust Our shared feelings You told me to believe Intimacy wasn’t the only reason For staying those two seasons But then you left… After I took your word for it. So tell Read More …
I don’t know what I’ll do, When your hourglass Has no grains running through. Who to call for simple things, Who will listen every morning? What can I wash my colors with, What’s the difference between Italian and French bread? When do I know that he’s the one, When will I hear your voice just Read More …
I inhale A full, steady breath I feel impatient, overwhelmed With anticipation, motivated To persevere through another week, through the triumphs and tribulations, expected but not always welcomed, And accompanied with each day I am grateful Not only for those I share this breath with But for the world Another opportunity To see this world, Read More …
Unexpected, were we supposed to meet? Crack the door open to you dazed at your feet. Nikes bleach white, glaze coat your eyes, From your high, now mine. Walked me back knowing me, Blue eyes, blonde hair, and that one thing. Subtle, a hand caught the door… Wished me goodnight, no more. But I appreciated Read More …
Waking up is the hardest part of my day The sun shines too bright for my brooding eyes The cold air whips through the holes of my tent As the wind stings my cracked skin Sounds of people laughing and talking Talking too loud Everyone seems so happy So lucky Not I I climb out Read More …
These are ramblings from notebooks I had laying around. They make no sense, because I am usually half asleep when I write them and I just let the thoughts in my head flow. Sometimes a poem will come out but it’s not good enough to write down separately, so they are imprisoned in a notebook Read More …
I’m sitting in the back of a taxi, and the driver tells me I’m not allowed to smoke, so a cigarette hangs unlit from my lips while I rest my head against the window. The glass was chilled by the early fall air and it felt nice against my temple. I stare at the back Read More …
It is becoming trendy for institutions of higher education to recognize Indigenous land by issuing a “land acknowledgment statement” (LAS). Typically, a team of faculty and staff begins by researching the history of the ancestral land of the Indigenous Nation occupied by the institution. From there, the group crafts a statement that honors the ancestral Read More …
As I look up at the giant, elegant door in front of me I realize that I don’t remember how I got here. I turn behind me to see what path I may have taken, but the fog is so thick that I can’t see past the stone doorstep. Is my memory usually this bad? Read More …
As I remove the tattered cloth that covers my mouth and nose A cloth that shields me from the rest of the world I am greeted with the greatest blessing One that is few and far between as of recent A breath of fresh air The rays of the bright shining sun hit my pale Read More …