Your love, a sweet veneer, concealed poison’s blade,
An insidious elixir, familiar yet ominous shade,
A weapon cloaked as affection, it did cascade,
Turning my world into a sinister masquerade.
When my future father-in-law asked how much I loved his daughter, I said more than the world, and he half-smiled. He told me to remember that when I saw “him” at the reception tomorrow. I was cut off before I could ask. He will wear a black suit, as if for a funeral.
At the foot of the bed
There hangs a mirror
The space on the wall that yet
Read our October issue of Scrap Paper to learn about upcoming submission deadlines as well as November activities like National Novel Writing Month and a virtual open mic. If you’re undecided on whether to enter Ann Arbor’s Hopwood Writing Contests, see our interview with Jina Bhagat, a 2023 Hopwood Award winner. We talked with her
Welcome back students, faculty, and staff! Are you looking for creative writing activities and opportunities available this semester? If so, you’re in luck, because our September issue of Scrap Paper covers just that! Check it out to learn about the Writing Center’s own writing group, the Writers’ Circle, as well as our upcoming Spooktacular Writing
Scrap Paper: A Creative Writing Newsletter April Issue We’re back with a new issue of Scrap Paper, our creative writing newsletter! In celebration of Poetry Month, our April issue covered “Bite-Sized Poetry for the Perpetually Busy or Easily Distracted,” prose poetry, rhythm and meter, and more. It also included the 1st place poem from our
I knew we would have a good marriage. I made certain. I still remember that day after all these years. My buddies from Kappa had all agreed to meet up by the foyer at the homecoming dance. “None of us would leave alone,” we said. But the flu had other plans; plans it didn’t share
Since you left,I got worse at parallel parking,but I can drink coffee blackwithout making a face I learned that it’s possibleto not kill plants,and that I look best inthe mornings wearingolive green I’ve figured out how to askfor what I want,to yell when I’m being talked over,that I can make people feelthings they’ve been ignoringjust
“Where would you like to eat?”A question as old as time.“I don’t know, you can pick,anywhere to me seems fine.” “Let’s get burgers and fries,that would be tasty and nice.”She looked up, rolled her eyes,“Haven’t you heard of their lies?” “We could try that new place,”pointing to the map, with grace.“My brother went there, Chase,in
This just in! The Marian E. Wright Writing Center now has a creative writing newsletter. Please enjoy our first issue of Scrap Paper, a newsletter dedicated to: This issue covers creative writing tips on topics like “Creating Your Own Writing Space” and “Setting Goals and Deadlines”. It also covers UM-Flint’s Poetry Award, Qua Literary and