Arrow Rock Literary Journal

Lindenwood University

Category: 18th Edition

All works accepted from the 18th edition of Arrow Rock

  • the gleam of her silver digicam held in caroline’s right hand smile splits in orange light white flash electric fills the night green feathers with their bluish eyes swaying, solemn in the breeze first heard them weary in the morning sunray freckled, yellowed trees crimson bursts of light stars twisted, tearing fair the furrow of…

  • Beating hearts and opera choirs quake and snapthe pulled-taut strings of my ruddy heart;I—unsure of self—gaze upon the draining colors of the canvas,saccharine and muted, like a pressed gut-core sung to my soul; I have loved all I love; butwill I live to see it all again? Nico Behrens is a poet and writer currently…

  • Content Warning: some depictions of animal harm Water hit the shore harshly A crab was stuck and got swept back into the sea It clawed and fought but it was too weak The sea is not forgiving, but please forgive me I watched the crab suffer I could have grabbed its rigid shell I could…

  • Beseeching from the beginning Upon cinnamon bark Foliage of vibrant coral A trail of cerise Reaching for the ceiling That wishes to be gilded in golden amber And a cerulean cascade Yet, it is blanketed by the silver and slate Kept safe until the And still Oh, still is there an astounding hope For goldenrod…

  • They dressed her in a robe of linen. The women gathered around, twirling strands of her hair with songs of praise on their tongues. The men prepared the sacred scene, the soft spray of the hose heard from the other side of the door. The people congregated to watch. Amazement—such a precocious girl, succumbing to…

  • What do you imagine when you think of someone with ADHD? Do you picture a grown adult or a child? A boy or a girl? More often than not, when someone imagines a person with ADHD, it’s a young boy, probably in elementary or middle school. Most people don’t picture a little girl. And almost…

  • We lay there together in the dark of the basement, faces lit by the glow of the television. Somehow, we had become an intertwined mess of limbs, unclear where one of us began, and the other ended. I could feel the way your hands pulled me in tightly, but softly as if you were afraid…

  • Content Warning: some depictions of animal harm When Mira was seven, she watched a crab die on the shore. The waves pounded against the sand, trapping the crab in a hopeless cycle. Its arms and legs flailed helplessly, trying to escape the sea’s wrath. It twitched until its body was nothing but a lifeless shell.…

  • Content Warning: Some depictions of blood and violence It was inevitable, the fight I mean, but I’ve never been a fan of Unicorn politics. This is stupid. I stepped out of the tree line and onto the beach, my boots sinking into the chilled, mudded sand. The deep green and blues of the forest blended…