Arrow Rock Literary Journal

Category: 8th Edition

  • Letter From the Father

    Letter From the Father Devin Mitchell Durbin   “I know you feel so small you say, but in my eyes I see a giant. I see a man. Don’t lock yourself away there’s so much left to see.   Don’t let the serpent around your neck. You’ll hang yourself if he gets too far. It’s…

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  • Heavenly Reason

    Heavenly Reason Nicole H.   “That’s not the best idea, you know.” Thomas Whelan jumped. Well, not literally. If he’d literally jumped, as he’d been considering doing a moment ago, he would have found himself momentarily weightless, falling through a good hundred feet of cold, unfeeling air to the icy water below. But as it…

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  • In the Valleys

    In the Valleys Devin Mitchell Durbin   In the valleys, at my lowest lows I forget sometimes How far I’ve rose. In the valleys. I sometimes lose my sight Of the King and what is light. I am heavy and burdened down, By the past I’ve drug around. I thought I’d get there Someday soon,…

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  • Malts

    Malts Bret Lundstrom   I had a malt one time Malt liquor another The treats we reward ourselves The pains we cause ourselves From ice to cream With ice to dream Dreams of summer Days of warmth Brightly stressing Our daily displeasures Honestly regretting Lying to the past Remembering days of malts Through the glass…

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  • Snow

    Snow Brandon Evans It is weird how different two days can be. I walked outside yesterday to a heavy snowfall. It hid the sun behind a quiet gray blanket. Big, cotton candy flakes hit the ground in muted puffs. It was nice, and it was peaceful. Even in the city. For a little while the…

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  • My Brother’s Keeper

    My Brother’s Keeper Lontreal Wiseman-Farmer Able studied the room he was in. The walls were made of steel, and covered with screens, and knobs. He was sitting in a comfortable office chair, at a very large round table. The other chairs were occupied by the heroes he was here to talk to. The table its…

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  • Privy

    Privy Bret Lundstrom We join the greats Every time we sit To shit We are never alone On that porcelain throne The Einsteins, Carnegies The Lincolns and Gandhis Took a part In that most humane art Take brief relief As you sit and think Wondering who you are Unburden yourself And know that you are…

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  • Period Troubles

    Period Troubles Kristine Wagner She leaves work early because there isn’t much to do and she is cramping badly. Stupid Advil isn’t working, or if it is, she would hate to see what it would feel like without Advil. Sitting hurt. Lying down hurt. Walking to the car was absolute torture. She is supposed to…

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  • Remember When

    Remember When? Brandon Evans Looking at a version of life Through the lens of a cell phone screen She envies all the things she is missing Without ever seeing anything Always busy viewing and judging She spends her youth at the price of peace A faint blue tinged light has left her precious face With…

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  • Fog–Kristine Wagner

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