noun: 1. a place where the falcons are kept. 2. a row of doors opening on the same passage 3. a homonym for “muse,” Greek goddess of the arts and sciences 4. the online creative magazine for Friends University
Waves resplendent, bending, crashing Ocean’s remnant, wending, splashing Light refracted, piercing, shining Sun enacted, searing, blinding Aquamarine, cerulean, azure Lost and serene, the blue sea’s allure Water like glass, flowing and moving Out of sight fast, going, renewing In sight, a river runs painted Like life, delivered untainted Holding A brush that strikes the page... Continue Reading →
A river rending, never endingThe ground asunder, never mendingIn the depths, a sound of thunderDark with blight, no light down underUnaware, no chance for sightLong forgotten, but bereft of frightWrapped in cloth, as soft as cottonWith tragic folly, my bones are rottenBut I know, I’m more than bodySomething more, something godlySo I go, to that... Continue Reading →
He painted deserts green with rain,He sold them cheap to those who thirst;They said, “Your work gives hope through pain.”He said, “Hope pays, and pain comes first.”They called him prophet, then they fled,When drought returned, unframed, untrue;He sighed, “My art revives the dead—But can’t convince the living few.”
A group of quirky kids fine a body in the woods and seem pretty chill about it.
The year was 1895, and Suzanne had just settled into the nursing home nestled right in the middle of the city. She had been having trouble living on her own since John, her husband of 52 years, had passed last October. It was May now, but despite the spring temperatures that were beginning to show... Continue Reading →
It had been a tradition for many years in the Kelce family. Every year, exactly one week fromChristmas day, we gathered at Grandma Jo and Grandpa Kelly’s house for dinner and the whiteelephant gift exchange. It was usually a great time for Cousins to see each other, the parentsreconnected, and Grandpa and Grandma got to... Continue Reading →
I started to question who would have gone up there and for what purpose. Is it a student? A teacher? Someone who didn’t work or go to school here? Whoever it was, how could they have gotten up there? As I climbed, I was reminded how difficult it is to get up into the tower.... Continue Reading →
Brooke had just finished studying in the library and was ready to hit the hay. It had been a long day. First, her roommate’s alarm had rudely jolted her awake at 6 AM for a morning run, making it hard to drift back to sleep. The day was packed with two morning classes, followed by... Continue Reading →
The Mews 