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."
Graduate Outreach Assistant. He is in his first year of the NEOMFA program.
His favorite poem is Some Tomorrow by Sun Ra.
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
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."
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
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
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.
Junior Integrated Language Arts major.
Her favorite poem is The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams.
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white