I help her carry a soaked couch down the narrow stairway, and it’s a violence, what her face does to stop tears. She glances at her son, asleep in a carrier on the passenger seat, asks where will we go,… Continue Reading
Michael is a first year MACP (questioning) student. Since you go to the same school as him, he wishes to say in lieu of a real bio: Go find him.
The doors for viewing …only sometimes open to the soul But it’s always the beautifully …stained …wet windows that speak to a person’s (w)hole About Arthur K. FinkArthur studies counseling psychology at The Seattle School. Often he takes/receives the… Continue Reading
Arthur studies counseling psychology at The Seattle School. Often he takes/receives the breaths of the fullness of life amidst: backpacking, the Performing Arts, and Dr. Seuss books. His poetry is rooted in the impossible pursuit of encapsulating the Mere, which in this case is life, with mere words.
with Linda Pastan in mind Because of what happens in the dark because of walls and night-lights because trees drop their leaves ………….into me like clouds their rain ………….into the waiting ground and also because there is no cure for… Continue Reading
Michael is a first year MACP (questioning) student. Since you go to the same school as him, he wishes to say in lieu of a real bio: Go find him.
I am the character in this book. At least I want to be. The way she loves is just right. I felt a tickle when she took That feather to his foot The sting on his hand When she snapped… Continue Reading
James attained a bachelor’s degree in English/writing in December, 2012. He has published works of fiction, non-fiction and poetry in various college, independent and online publications. Having recently moved back to the clean air of Washington state, James frequently enjoys rock climbing, hiking, writing and driving to new places.
Golden hair behind the picket fence Full of life, still new, but old enough to feel the pain Bouncing, brimming, beaming An older self, faded, transfixed shuttles behind the barrier Blind to youth, beauty, need, blood Scurry from home to… Continue Reading
The People, my people, loss so great savors havoc, hemorrhages my skin. Grabbed my sister, grabbed my nephew, harries my children… Howl wide-mouthed broken toothed, water-eyed, feral in my den. Creator dances, dances, dances, dies yet does not die, shattering… Continue Reading
Julene is a 5th-year MACP student, wife of a wonderful White man, mother of two teenaged boys, homeschooler, Ph.D., Native-White, in the true prime of life of after 50, identical twin, and increasingly inquisitive one swimming in seas of what may be love.
“What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff—I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them.” –Holden… Continue Reading
Lauren is a graduate of The Seattle School who loves contemporary literature and poets who don’t rhyme. She often sympathizes with Dorothy Parker’s saying, “I hate writing; I love to have written.” Read more of Lauren’s written work at laurendeidra.com.
The cherry blossoms were littered with obscenities in the District of Columbia last night, it was too cold to walk home so I held your hand tighter and whispered that I still don’t know how to feel good in the… Continue Reading
Tyler is a second-year MACP student who loves film, walking on treadmills, & talking about Kurt Vonnegut. Sometimes, he wishes he could speak French.
My breathing sounds like cold glass breaking. His absence is a hand resting where the window was in a car that goes gentle into the general traffic of my body. I’ve lost the map, but sometimes there is a horse… Continue Reading
Michael is a first year MACP (questioning) student. Since you go to the same school as him, he wishes to say in lieu of a real bio: Go find him.
O— Leave a space where memory of silver liquid may fill it— the course of our horizon’s flinty shinbone tended crystal and thin. These oblique American hours shudder into being— throw off each previous on a shapeless hinge and return… Continue Reading
Jack is tied to MATC first-timer Ali and thinks poetry is neat. If you’d like, find more at galbraithjack.com.
today he should wake up before noon & borrow his brother’s suit & get a Job oh how happy this would make his mother & maybe his father would even put a hand on his shoulder but he thinks this… Continue Reading
Tyler is a second-year MACP student who loves film, walking on treadmills, & talking about Kurt Vonnegut. Sometimes, he wishes he could speak French.
And in a hot second, channeling her grandma at the stove and her mother on the road, she said, Don’t bless my heart: I am a force to be reckoned with, a flurry, an invisible militia of moving air, merciful… Continue Reading
Bethany is a second year MACP student who loves cooking, Christmas, sitting by her fireplace, and reading anything by Annie Dillard. She quotes Frederick Buechner: “Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.”