Serving students and faculty since 1971
Read our latest issue of Scrap Paper: A Creative Writing Newsletter to learn about the upcoming UM-Flint Poetry Award and read the first place piece of our Love Stinks Writing Contest. We hope you enjoy!
Your ego loves
my insecurities.
My insecurity
craves your attention.
Lover of nature,
soft beam of moonlight
turned to lightning…
My adoration is like hot trash
The gunk you find in your kitchen grease trap
Mine affection is milk, forgotten in the sun
Sourdough starter way overdone
Interested in upcoming creative writing activities? Read our latest issue of Scrap Paper to learn all about them!
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