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Public Promises, Hazy Vision: What Program Learning Outcomes Tell Us About Creative Writing As An Academic Subject, Tanya Perkins, Lisa Marling
Public Promises, Hazy Vision: What Program Learning Outcomes Tell Us About Creative Writing As An Academic Subject, Tanya Perkins, Lisa Marling
Journal of Creative Writing Studies
: Although creative writing entered undergraduate curricula in the 20th century primarily as a way to teach literature, the range of current programming suggests that original intent has evolved, as has opinion among faculty and writers about the nature of creative writing as a subject and its role within English programs. This study applies content analysis to 271 creative writing program learning outcomes (PLOs) from 51 undergraduate programs across the US in order to identify prevailing patterns and themes related to creative writing as a teaching subject. As measurable (and public) statements of content, PLOs are informative and accessible …
Weaving Hands, Victoria Berrios
Weaving Hands, Victoria Berrios
The Peregrine Review
These are the hands God uses to knit my life together.
Each new thread added is another person who enters,
Every twist a new experience,
A journey woven carefully,
My threads of existence being pulled into a tapestry.
Joy In New Beginnings, Abby Morgan
Joy In New Beginnings, Abby Morgan
The Peregrine Review
If you would have told me my world was going to be flipped upside down in aisle B9 of a furniture store, I wouldn’t believe you, but I should.
Wilding, Olivia Bardo
Wilding, Olivia Bardo
The Peregrine Review
You miss the garden.
The snow peas and carrots and zucchini,
The crab apple tree
And each time the morning glories
Opened up against the chipped barn.
The Last Goodbye, Autumn Miller
The Last Goodbye, Autumn Miller
The Peregrine Review
If there would be one thing I regret,
In this long life
It would the way our last goodbye had ended.
We both did not know this would be the last
And I had said nothing.
Discontentment, William Stowman
Discontentment, William Stowman
The Peregrine Review
Discontentment must be accepted and appreciated
For the tremendous gift that it is.
This unsettled, unhappy, underlying anxiety
That crushes the spirit and suppresses joy
Footprints In The Snow, Christopher Mundis
Footprints In The Snow, Christopher Mundis
The Peregrine Review
I walked through a forest
as snow fell gently.
Each branch was robed in white.
The ground was cloaked
with its frozen frosting.
Gazing At Doll’S Constellations, Kaitlin Merlino
Gazing At Doll’S Constellations, Kaitlin Merlino
The Peregrine Review
Out of the cacophony of shoes clacking
She wants a moment alone...
The silence is wonderful. Her eyes welcome the image
Of blue streaks speckled with stars and soar across
The light brushstrokes of astrological arteries
Carrying lifeblood of turquoise and aquamarine.
Stages Of Suzanne, Jacy Seltzer
Stages Of Suzanne, Jacy Seltzer
The Peregrine Review
When you left me again that day last fall I went through the five stages of grief- no, to clarify, the stages of Suzanne as my therapist so kindly put it, stages that included sobbing on the floor when your scent finally left out the door, going through your things with mascara staining my cheeks
Moose Released, Emma Spronk
Moose Released, Emma Spronk
The Peregrine Review
young moose
followed the river
into the city
lost
three
days
concrete
chain link
cars
attempts to corral
The Teacher, Will Labossiere
The Teacher, Will Labossiere
The Peregrine Review
With overflowing exuberance, he hops
from square to square, on the green quilted carpet
of our classroom.
Conspiring against our imaginations with
penetrating gaze, and absolute certainty in his speech.
The Kneeling Savior, Victoria Berrios
The Kneeling Savior, Victoria Berrios
The Peregrine Review
My story is one that is still questioned, still situated in the divisive crosshairs of mostly malereligious leaders and translators. I am unnamed, yet my fate is still being decided; the memory of my story is an unclaimed echo in time. Its validity in the canon of scripture is still disputed. The faith to which we all belong is still caught in that ancient warfare between Grace and Law. May I offer, since it is my story, that this adds to the validation of its message, its eternal truth? I want to tell the story from my perspective, if you …
2021 Full Text Issue, Olivia Bardo
2021 Full Text Issue, Olivia Bardo
The Peregrine Review
The Peregrine Review, Messiah University’s literary journal accepts poetry (50 lines or fewer), prose (10 pages, double-spaced, or fewer), and art/photography. We welcome submissions from all Messiah students, faculty, and staff.
FRONT MATTER
- Cover Art
- Peregrine Review Staff
- Table of Contents
CONTENTS
- Wilding 1
- Feminine Divinity 2
- Untitled 3
- Missing Pieces 4
- Night Music 5
- Fate 7
- Home, Again 9
- Unlocked Childhood 10
- craving simplicity 11
- Smoke 12
- September Asters 13
- The Coronation 14
- Comm 105 15
- Weaving Hands 17
- I 18
- THIS LAND 19
- Untitled 21
- Thoughts I Had… 22
- Attention Deficit and Hyperactivity Disorder 23
- Prism …
Untitled, Molly Mckim
Untitled, Molly Mckim
The Peregrine Review
young poet,
watch over the words
as if they are your children
or growing a garden.
Night Music, Emma Spronk
Night Music, Emma Spronk
The Peregrine Review
The streetlights buzz mindlessly
But in the semi shadow, I look up--
The sky is deep
And the stars are humming.
I stop at the darkest point between two street lanterns,
And listen.
Home, Again, Christina Lamoreux
Home, Again, Christina Lamoreux
The Peregrine Review
Re-adjusting. Re-learning to be with family. To mom’s slippers outside my door at 7 A.M. like sandpaper wearing down a path in the walnut wood. Morning after morning, in this Frankenstein house, making the same breakfast for different cats year after year. Mom telling dad not to burn the pancakes. Coffee out of a cup that is from 1982, the black flowers never wilted, the rim never chipped. How did it ever make it out without a scratch, through seven children and an Army lifestyle?
Attention Deficit And Hyperactivity Disorder, Anonymous Anonymous
Attention Deficit And Hyperactivity Disorder, Anonymous Anonymous
The Peregrine Review
Cracked, dry, tortured skin
And blood
Not dripping
But dried and scabbed
Clinging to my skin
In a hundred tiny spots
Advocating Love, Corinne Reed
Advocating Love, Corinne Reed
The Peregrine Review
Pro-choice,
because how can we live in a world where a man controls a woman’s body.
Her body, YOUR body, MY BODY.
My body, my choice,
to make love in between fresh sheets
if I want to,
when I want to,
and with a man who also wants to.
To The Wicked, Death Speaks, Daniel Wright
To The Wicked, Death Speaks, Daniel Wright
The Peregrine Review
Under the ground, or under the sea,
Somewhere, somewhen’s waiting for thee.
There’s a room you won’t leave, or a bed you won’t flee,
For somewhere, somewhen is waiting for thee.
Know Names, Andrea Burden
Know Names, Andrea Burden
The Peregrine Review
I don’t know every victim’s name
Can’t remember what they did or didn’t do to get killed
I didn’t protest
I even wondered why he just didn’t do this
Or he should’ve knew better
It is just a few bad seeds
Rising Morning, Megan Hamilton
Rising Morning, Megan Hamilton
The Peregrine Review
As the sun touches the tips of trees,
And a smooth grey light gently
Wakes up the natural world,
The early morning whispers
To my restless soul.
The Weaver’S Tale: A Mythical Retelling Of Arachne And Minerva, Julianne Long
The Weaver’S Tale: A Mythical Retelling Of Arachne And Minerva, Julianne Long
The Peregrine Review
There was no honor in Hypaepa.
A poor town, with poorer people. My father, with no wife to feed the mouths of my brothers, married me off as soon as I was able. Fortunately for myself, my husband was only a handful of years older than I; I know of many girls my age nursing children born from the seed of a man older than their fathers. Unfortunately for all of us, my husband was poorer than even my father. And with a ring and a vow, so was I. Famine, plague, storm, every ailment the gods could hurl upon …
Fate, Taylor Keckler
Fate, Taylor Keckler
The Peregrine Review
We were eighteen,
When you dropped me off
At my door,
For the first time.
September Asters, Zoe Leininger
September Asters, Zoe Leininger
The Peregrine Review
There are three moments when star flowers grow:
When goddess’ tears turn to stardust
Which scatters over all the earth,
When powerful kings spill their own blood In sorrow wrought from their sins,
When an innocent child finds danger
And longs for a safe place to hide.
Blurry Eyes, Noah Musselman
Blurry Eyes, Noah Musselman
The Peregrine Review
Have you ever looked into the world with your blurry eyes?
To look around and see the world less clearly than before?
My blurry eyes look into the world and see trees.
I don't see leaves connected by various branches,
though I know they're there.
Comm 105, Laney Kuczmynda
Comm 105, Laney Kuczmynda
The Peregrine Review
superficial smatterings of truth,
the suggestion of frailty.
it is difficult to live fully,
or at least fully aware.
And Yet, Josh Murray
And Yet, Josh Murray
The Peregrine Review
Woah, wait a minute,
I need a second,
An hour or two at most.
To catch my breath,
Ignore the noise,
Trying to find joy.
Time is ticking,
Running and racing,
Without a care in the world.
It won’t pause for anyone,
And yet...
This Land, Sierra Archer
This Land, Sierra Archer
The Peregrine Review
There’s this feeling that’s taken up residence inside my soul. It’s a desperate, passionate tugging of the heartstrings, full of yearning and excitement; tinged with melancholy and pensiveness. It runs it’s roots so deep that it feels as if I was born with it and only now it has awoken.
Feminine Divinity, Jenna Becker
Feminine Divinity, Jenna Becker
The Peregrine Review
What would I give to bathe in the Nile?
Toni Morrison will baptize me under the moonlight
She tilts me backwards in the water
On the other side
Cleopatra tells me all her secrets
Missing Pieces, Camryn Wimberly
Missing Pieces, Camryn Wimberly
The Peregrine Review
the way i feel
when i think of how things could have been
is nothing compared to the way i feel
when i remember how they were.
sometimes
the past feels sweeter than the future and
the present feels harsher than i’d hope.