I’ve come to slay the beast. My scabbard feels light as it dances with my stride, exhilarated for what’s to come. A wretched thing: that what is to come. Killing, I mean to say. Ahead, on the path, there’s a thing that I’ve come to end. Above, the stars bore into me with ferocity. I’ve
Posts Tagged: 2022
The Portrait by Brynn Bearss (2022 Spooktacular Writing Contest: 2nd Place)
In a dusty and forgotten corner of my grandpa’s house, there was a painting. I’m not sure how long it had been there. Perhaps it had always been a fixture, since time immemorial. Perhaps it was part of the house itself, a draw for any potential home buyers; something to sweeten the pot. Whatever the
And You’ll Miss It by Noah B. Beaumont (2022 Spooktacular Writing Contest: 1st Place)
Crooked, bloodied, and incorrectly a figure stands, human before it met its mangler. The jagged point of a femur sticks out from its left thigh. Another bone protrudes through its forearm pointing to a hand that has been forcefully parted from the webs between each finger to its wrist, dangling as the figure sways, causing
My Biggest Fear About Tutoring
I joined the Marian E. Wright Writing Center in the Winter of 2021. The semester before, I had taken ENG 363, the prerequisite to becoming a tutor at the Writing Center. When I started the class, I was not sure at all that I would want to be a tutor. I had previously tutored math
Writing by Alexzander Kyle (2022 April Poetry Contest: 2nd Place Poem for Prompt 2 – Writing)
A rush of emotions, A simple feeling. Forced by the ear, Forced by the self. Regardless of your reasons, The page is blank. Fill it as you will, Fill it with love and romance, Fill it with anger and vengeance. Perhaps a bit of laughter, Perhaps a bit of sadness. Regardless of your choices, The
Dreamer by Connor Bryant-Ott (2022 April Poetry Contest: 1st Place Poem for Prompt 2 – Writing)
I sleep so little And yet, I dream a lot. Shaping friends on cracked ceilings Casting shadows on peeling walls Painting ideas in my subconscious Sewing paper wings on crippled thoughts Writing of my life to be on crumpled paper I can keep on living With a little sleep. But empty of dreams, I wouldn’t
Head Up by John Riggins (2022 April Poetry Contest: 3rd Place Poem for Prompt 1 – Spring)
See my dad was Jamaican told me everything was irie/If life is late giving you blossoms it’s because gardening you a field of ivies/So just smile and I know a lot of patience comes with that/See life will give you L’s but it’s about the comeback/But I’m tough for her I love her, life’s a
An Ode to Spring by MarKayla Clements (2022 April Poetry Contest: 2nd Place Poem for Prompt 1 – Spring)
To the roses in full bloom on Second Ave- I’ve missed you This winter has not been kind to me It’s cold has lingered in these bones for too long I’m so glad the spring rain has brought you here to me To the window daisies that dance to the buzzing song of the bees Your
Primavera Imperatives by Molly Stover (2022 April Poetry Contest: 1st Place Poem for Prompt 1 – Spring)
Wear the worn ones that are well-loved and grass-stained. Care for the worms as the rains have left them unearthed. Be gentle with all but the mud as you reacquaint yourself with a long-awaited rebirth. Remember the guileless child with eyes wonder-wide. Listen to the new birds sing days-old, age-old songs. Turn your face to