Arrow Rock Literary Journal
Lindenwood University
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- The Ramblings of an Old Man — by Ian Rashleigh
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- There is no green here — by Parker Coyne (“Color” contest runner-up)
- I really wanna stay at your house — Joshua Hammond (“Color” contest runner-up)
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Category: 18th Edition
All works accepted from the 18th edition of Arrow Rock
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My Tien Phuong is the creator of this piece.
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My Tien Phuong is the creator of this piece.
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and if she is above a size 10 they call her a “plus size” model not just a model as if her weight needs to be specified beside her title like it is a degree woman, curvy some time periods, and societies, see a woman with curves as the beauty standards other parts of the…
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The Color War is raging now,But not so long ago,The battle began in our small town:Where the seeds of conflict tend to grow. Holy are the Trinity,Whom everyone once loved,Lived in harmonious concinnity,‘Til they got sick of being shoved. How it began,We will never know.Perhaps it was a drunkard man,Who tipped the first domino? The…
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Read “Bora The Unicorn” here —> https://arrowrockjournal.com/2026/05/05/bora-the-unicorn-by-marvin-mezera/ Marvin is a creative writer and illustrator pursuing world-wide domination and a complete control of the stock market; however, while he won’t need it, their back-up plans involve publishing graphic novels and short stories, a possible career in teaching, and starting a dinosaur-themed band called, “The Old Souls”.…
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My Tien Phuong is the creator of this piece.
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Rain battered windowsAir crackling with lightI hear Earth’s blowsNoise shattering frightBrightly shining sparksOnce it’s over…Water colored arcs Jennie Weible is the creator of this piece.
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You were not a picture I could take Just mental image of peace I wanted to hold To cradle in my eyes of sorrow You paint the sky’s of blue of the day In the same shade every time At last I will lift up my eyes to the hills of your rise and setting…
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and as always, I answer Her calls. “Away! Away!” She says in Her sonorous sing-song voice. “Away! Away!” So I go—in the early morning as the dew drops dazzle in daybreak’s shine. And as I follow the song down a long path through much green, I see a grand Belle of Georgia tree. Peaches adorn…
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We push away what we can never understand. We push away the unimaginable… —It’s Quite Uptown from Hamilton: The Musical That chair? The leather one with all those wrinkles and folds and tears? The one torn apart by time and use? He used to sit in it, his oxygen machine standing sentinel over the retired…
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