Mattea Vecera, Staff Writer, Advanced Journalism
May 12, 2019
(For Mother’s Day, I decided to write a poem as a tribute to mine and all of our mothers.)
Mom, I can’t begin to express how thankful I am for you
No matter what I’m going through, I have you to hold my hand ...
Mystery Poet
September 18, 2018
would it be so wrong
The night fell in love with the day
Darkness fell in love with light
Cold fell in love with warm
And fire fell in love with water
The earth and the moon are in love
And the stars fel...
Thomas Zakowski
November 30, 2017
I am a journalist
I record others people's’ stories
I see it in their eyes
I hear it in their voice
I follow their actions
I am a journalist
Staying up reading
Inquiring definitions
Digging d...
Jack Mickelson, Contributor, The Muse
May 5, 2017
I used to think that the world revolved around me
When I rode in a car, the sun and moon would follow me
Like two guardians, watching over their most precious treasure
The sun would provide the heat, and the moon would...
Zack Jerzyk, Contributor
May 4, 2017
Trekking beyond the bounds of human interaction, I find not harm, nor despair, nor oppression, nor even spiritual death.
I instead discover myself in an exuberant expansion of deciduous and coniferous forestry, where in the glades I...
Monse Bustamante, Writer, Creative Writing Class
March 13, 2017
She roamed the streets
Finding her way through the alleys
Her stomach growls
She holds a finger to her mouth, she tells it to shush
Her eyes find their way to a garbage can
She moves her hands up...
Ava Vande Corput, Staff Writer, Advanced Journalism
March 8, 2017
Seven Ways of Looking at the World
A secret place
Hidden among the galaxies
Almost unimportant
A green and blue ball in the sky
Sitting among the stars
And other planets
A sanctuary for plants and animals
Where...
Raija Hansen, Writer, Creative Writing class
March 8, 2017
I
I do not want to admit it,
I faced a tragic defeat,
One I was sure to win,
But the past cannot be undone.
II
Maybe I should fess up,
I could have done better,
And next time I will.
I will look at my flaws,
And...
Monse B., Writer, Creative Writing class
March 7, 2017
I.
Butterflies form in the pit of my stomach.
My hands become sweaty.
I tap my feet in anticipation.
II.
Your warm embrace makes my body melt.
My heart skipping a beat.
Our...
Kira Gunville, Creative Writing student
February 5, 2017
If there was one piece of advice from her grandpa that had stuck in Olivia’s head it was about hitchhikers: never, ever let them ride with you. Her grandpa had been a trucker up until he died, even though he was “retired.”...