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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 ...
“Family quarrels are bitter things. They don’t go according to any rules. They’re not like aches or wounds, they’re more like splits in the skin that won’t heal because there’s not enough material.” F. Scott Fitzgerald “Happy or unhappy, families are all mysterious. We have only to imagine how differently we would be described – Read More …
i close my eyes feel myself being pushed and pulled rocked back and forth from the immense power of the waves i stomach it for some time but the nauseating feeling makes me open my eyes only to discover that i’ve sunk deeper and deeper the pressure weighing down on my lungs i try to Read More …
Lightning bugs and fireflies Lighting up the midnight sky Flying high, flying low In the evening moonlight glow In the morning, wondering where they go I walked this path many times before In the sunshine But now I walk at night with the dog My mind races, my steps hasten The route is dark, the Read More …
The streets of Edo were bustling, as had become commonplace in the years after the civil war came to a close. The Sengoku Era of Japan had swallowed the country for nearly 150 years, in which countless warlords fought for power over the country, only to be thwarted again and again by someone younger, more Read More …
Ten friends are in the room but it feels like just two, Nine drinks and I’ve had too much but that doesn’t stop you, Eight steps from my room to yours only in my shirt, Seven kisses on my neck and I can hardly remember, Six times I begged to go your arms held me Read More …
Aunt Jackie is called the strange one of the family. She likes ornate furniture covered in stained plastic sheets and Michael Jackson’s greatest hits on repeat. Cheeky wax faces hang on her kitchen walls, Their lips parted into little Ohs, wicks slithering out like tongues. Aunt Jackie dotes on her daughter’s every need, Removing the Read More …
As I sat in class, I could only focus on the time showing in the clock. 12:45, it read. I started to calculate how long I had left in class. Just 20 more minutes, I thought to myself. I was eager to get off the class onto recess after all, I felt like it had Read More …