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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 ...
the ladle drowns in chuckling ice, the party’s dying down. I hear a voice rife with sorrow, as the hostess spins her gown. the ears are turned, the eyes are cold, the sun’s a blazing cloud, but her beauty can’t be seen that easy, the grackle sings too loud. oh, much too loud. a wooden Read More …
Queering the Other: Assessing Kafka’s “The Metamorphosis” as a Coming Out Narrative Since its first publication in 1915, Franz Kafka’s “The Metamorphosis” (“Die Verwandlung” in the original German) has been examined many times over by those on the margins of their society. Over the last 106 years, any person or group who, for whatever Read More …
my back on the rainy grass, in the chilled grip of desolation, of loneliness and faith building up inside my heart. dormant, aching. the blades are not dewy, not painted in such a manner that the green drops have not yet dried. no… they are wet in death and wet in hate. they are wounded Read More …
Their resilience and persistence Is the reason for my existence. Their drumming and singing Keeps time with my heart beating. The centuries-long fight, Is passed along through my blood. Their struggle, hardship, and plight, An invisible burden on my shoulders. I am a mosaic of those who came before, Walking our homeland. Unlearning, relearning, advocating Read More …
I am from a shared room, One hallway, Happy home. I am from an Artist, Patient enough to share his craft. I am from a Super Woman, Powerful enough to do it all. I am from two alternate versions of Myself. They are Vigilant and Laughter. I am from a squeaky backdoor that leads to Read More …
“Has your heart ever broken So sharply in two, It seems like a butcher’s cleaved you One piece from another, split into halves?” He asked, outside in dewy April. My back lay on the grass in the rain As I pondered what he’d asked. Perhaps he felt the suffering of lost love Or the demanding Read More …
Dance cards dangle from delicate wrists Fans flit through cigar-hazed air Young women curtsy as their hands are kissed Weaving the beginnings of illicit affairs Poor girls are blind, thinking love will start They dance and smile, knowing all except The games that men play in the dark In corners far off, with promises Read More …
All the days are the same. The room is cold when I wake I rise to foreign windows that remain So different from my own; day breaks. Day one … two … three … The room is cold when I wake; It is not my own room, but a lie So different from my own Read More …
When the world is no longer kind There is a place I like to go It’s not too hard to find I simply close my eyes It is a place called Galaxy Beach A quiet place with water still Warm wind comes in soft gusts Restful is my will The sky is a dark canvas Read More …
Ice on my windshield The movement of the wipers The deafening scrape The cold seat fibers Powder sugar snow Soft to look at Sharp to touch A whitewashed glow Solitary shivers Leaning on the vent Frigid whispers Stony sins repent The next day Slippery slush The bite has gone away Thawed-out brush Heart beats lighter Read More …