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Gomer, Elizabeth Pode

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Cattail breath hot on your breast,

but you can’t shake the feeling

of someone in the next room.

He would know. ~excerpt from poem

The Ignition And The Mass, Jessica Guda

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I may not remember much
About this day.
I may not recall specifics,
What exactly happened when~ excerpt from poem

Bayon Temple, Angkor Cambodia, Joseph Meyers

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My sandals stomp slowly up the temple stairs.
One foot after the other I walk almost unaware
of the many faces above me carved in stone.
Each one unique and could stand on its own. ~excerpt from poem

Attached To Me, Jessica Guda

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If I flew away from you
And left you
Would I stay

In your thoughts
And in your dreams?
Would I help you to be brave? ~excerpt from poem

Alone Tonight, Jessica Guda

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Somehow it’s just not right
That I should sit alone tonight.
The rain comes down
While melodic sounds
Creep inside to meet me. ~excerpt from poem

Calculations, Elizabeth Pode

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The fringes of the velvet petals brush up against the timeless bone-white bark. Her slender hand trembles, naked as it is without the gleaming ring she had dreamt of so often. There were two roses. One stark and wilting with its fleeting beauty, covering up the gaping scar. It was left at the graveside. ~excerpt from poem

February 7th, Elizabeth Pode

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Let the light in

so that when I finally

see you,

love will be

lust will be

fate. ~excerpt from poem

Down East Maine, Gibb David

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It began with the long, silent drive past endless

lobster pounds and fishing towns that litter

the landscape of Down East Maine like seagulls

swarming a freshly pulled pot, like canvas tents

on the small island that was my summer home. ~excerpt from poem

Fabricated Wonderland, Jessica Curlett

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Maybe if Alice

was not so lost

It’d be easier to make decisions;

Like why is a raven like a writing desk? ~excerpt from poem

Compassion, Jessica Curlett

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Because I'm a nice person

It's what I do,

but you,

look at this as boring

or unrewarding

and turn your back faster

than I can think to be forward. ~excerpt from poem

Untitled, Drew Bollman

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미안해 (I’m sorry)
But I need you.
보고싶어 (I miss you)
Please come back. ~excerpt from poem

Order Up, Elena Bishop

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My enemy is my only friend, a chess game played on Sunday.

Mates having breakfast at Tom’s Diner, wondering whose picking up the check.

What happens when I start thinking; I end up going the wrong way.

I think he knows my next move; we stroll down State Street. ~excerpt from poem

Overdue Investigations Into Popular Beliefs, Megan Greer, Trace Hughes, Rebecca Netherton, Jordan La Grenade

Collin College Undergraduate Interdisciplinary Student Research Conference

Panel Chair: Susan Grimland

Papers Presented:

Megan Greer: “The True Case of Amelia Earhart’s Disappearance”

Trace Hughes: “Is Chinua Achebe Right about Conrad’s Heart of Darkness?”

Rebecca Netherton: “Pharmageddon or Pharmaheaven”

Jordan La Grenade

Vegas, Rachele Ketchem

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No abstract provided.

Camp Desertrock, Rachele Ketchem

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No abstract provided.

Sf Ferry Building, Alexis Bailey

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No abstract provided.

Sonoma County, Jim Metzger

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“It’s coming, a calmness of thought. It has to be.” These were often Tom’s words and most certainly always his thoughts. “The critical mass of media cannot sustain its frequency.” So for that we will be grateful, and for Tom’s final wishes, I am grateful too. ~excerpt from prose

Just Dial Zero (Excerpt), Megan Lynn

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Welcome to Paradise.

The scent of stale booze, fresh urine and dejection washed over her as she opened the glass door with a crack carefully patched by a duct tape diagonal slash. A small bell jingled above her head. She wondered where anyone would go. ~excerpt from prose

Easy, Vernisha Tavares

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It was easy wasn’t it?

Being young and free.

Nothing could hold you back.

The world was yours to own. To conquer. ~excerpt from poem

1 A.M., Mariah Mcguire

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The night is alive.
It is pulsing, beating breathing.
Every inch, every motion
May be the last. ~excerpt from poem