Wick Students

Carrie George

Current Graduate Fellow. She is in her first year of the NEOMFA program.

Her favorite poem is Moving North by Ann Deacon.



"We are heading

both of us north. The cold, I hear,

is shriveling, the cold bites back. 

Even in this lush midway state I feel

a touch of gangrene on my hither leg,

some deadlier hermit fiddling in my brain."

Isaiah Hunt

Graduate Outreach Assistant. He is in his first year of the NEOMFA program.

His favorite poem is Some Tomorrow by Sun Ra. 

Dorisha Hendrix

Junior English major with a creative writing minor

Without a Sound by Dorisha Hendrix

In your arms I slept 

Tucked away between the fabrics of our love

Rested on cotton sheets

And since I can't forget 

In that moment I was whole

In that moment were only us 

Silenced in bliss

Tucked away between my lips

How much I've longed for this 

Out in the universe we fell at rest

Stardust filling my soul with your galaxy

Rain falling upon the window sill

In your arms I am healed

Regan Schell

Senior English major with political science and creative writing minors

Her favorite poem is Holdfast by Robin Beth Schaer

"We should hold each other more while we are still alive, even if it hurts."

Emily Radebaugh 

Sophomore American Sign Language/English interpreting major

Lemon Drop Lovers by Emily Radebaugh

We wear sundresses

Mine in yellow, hers in Pink

Long and flowy

Like the clouds in the sky

When she looks at me

I see her eyes light up

Like the Fourth of July

I can feel the fireworks

In my chest, and

We hear the wind

Whistle a magic tune

The Earth sings to us 

Brittany Boord

Senior English major and creative writing minor.

Her favorite poem is Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

"It's in the reach of my arms, 

The span of my hips, 

The stride of my step, 

The curl of my lips. 

I'm a woman 

Phenomenally. "

Caitie Young

Junior English major and creative writing minor.

Soap Suds by Catie Young

Soap and suds;

just washing the dishes,

counting down the hours,

and making wishes.

A few more shifts

of empty achievement,

of wiping the windows,

and nods in agreement.

Smudges on plates,

and food that goes to waste;

a ship sinks in my gut

and bittersweet tastes

Like soap suds,

and washing the dishes;

she said “don’t count the hours,

but keep making wishes.”

So I’ll keep making wishes.

Rebecca Cybulski 

Junior Integrated Language Arts major.

Her favorite poem is The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams.

so much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens