Category: 15th Edition
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Leave the haunted house. I won’t stop you. But these ghosts will follow you out onto the sidewalk, and into school buses. You’ll timidly wait for stop lights to turn green, yellow, red. You’ll ration out your self-esteem with glances at the joggers on the crosswalk. Look both ways when you cross the street, please.…
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Cait Boyle is a senior at Lindenwood University. She is majoring in Game Design, with additional minors in both Studio Art and Creative Writing. She often writes short stories in the horror genre. In her free time, she enjoys sewing, drawing, and playing tabletop games with friends and family.
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As the rain drops fall heavy with leaves,A slick ground and the musk of decay,That last autumnal butterfly;Those markers of change made;In brief moment, the covered bricksDisappear beneath the vibrant cacheOf golds, oranges and rouges. Jackson Martin
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Cheyenne Burns is a senior at Lindenwood where she majors in English Literature and minors in Gender Studies. With this degree, Cheyenne is certified in recommending that everyone should read The Bell Jar at least once in their lives. In her free time, Cheyenne enjoys buying small knick-knacks from thrift stores, watching her plants sprout a new…
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Fair cool winds,Oh breath of winter airs!Blood rushing to the tips of fingers,To cheeks nestled beneath collars;The movement of life hidden beneath collars:Hidden inside and curled by the fire;The blowing breath of Demeter’s forlornLeft as a mysterious and disquieting suggestion:The curtains are relaxed. Jackson Martin
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When your stem is left behind, Ease into the water Tolerate the currents when Little flows in your favor As you float along the river, be the Natural consistent, passing by the Daisies and dandelions that Start to wither Eric Mulherin is a writer and musician from St. Louis. He enjoys experimenting with with different…
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Travelling across a path of purple flowers, Maybe lilacs, maybe lavender; I am no horticulturist.My journey: Entire and whole and perfect; Abound and across from pleasant point To points of progressional knowledge.To gaze above, to the quiet rustle of the trees; Scent of earthen good travels; The first leaves begin to spiral.Soon, those lilacs or…
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Cheyenne Burns is a senior at Lindenwood where she majors in English Literature and minors in Gender Studies. With this degree, Cheyenne is certified in recommending that everyone should read The Bell Jar at least once in their lives. In her free time, Cheyenne enjoys buying small knick-knacks from thrift stores, watching her plants sprout a new…
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Robins on the grass,Shaded by the might oak,The noble linden;Might one grow wings:To fly up high,Away from the noise.Fresh fallen autumn leaves,They scrape against the ground,Had once soared like dreams.Both will shrivel and die,Blowing into dust,Into wayward skies. Jackson Martin
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Earth’s thick crust Lay volcanic ash and rock Becoming jewels Colby Harris
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