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Maximillian Sunflowers, David Schelhaas

The Voice

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Frida's Daughter, Myrta Vida

Theses

The purpose of my creative writing is to highlight a group of U.S. citizens still woefully underrepresented in literature proper: the Latinx middle class. I’m keenly interested in exploring Puerto Rican and first- and second-generation Latinx immigrant stories. Even though some of the experiences from these groups have been elegantly visited by writers such as Giannina Braschi, Sandra Cisneros, Junot Diaz, Julia Alvarez, and others, there are nuances to the Latinx middle class experience that are yet to be uncovered. Being stuck in the cultural, linguistic, socio-economic, and political middles in a country that has recently taken a largely nationalist …

Love Loves All, Donna Williams

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Our love is the strongest.
And it has forced us into this undying relationship.
The disease that ravaged the country
Somehow, it brought us closer. ~excerpt from poem

El Salvador, Jordan Villasensor

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A foreign land that I was unfamiliar with,

Full of green lush and the smell of diesel.

Trucks driving swiftly carrying bundles of plantains

Nothing was the same. ~excerpt from poem

Pancakes Are Yummy, Galen Small

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When you've too much homework,
And the cafeteria food sucks, remember that
You are going to die. ~excerpt from poem

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

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

Steadfast Love, Brittany Lyons

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There may not be a man, but there is a presence.
He may not be able to hold my hand, but he will still lead me to the promised land. ~excerpt from poem

Love Medley, Brittany Lyons

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You're just too good to be true, a new soul in a winter's tale.
I watch the winter song unfold from the Wuthering Heights.
Falling slowly through the Dark Divine I know you are my only hope. ~excerpt from poem

Van Gogh Swirls, Jessica Lim

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There is a blankness that rests in your eyes
There are times when the eyes can’t see, when the mouth can’t speak.
There is a blankness in your eyes, and a solitude within
There are times when you look up
And all there is are Van Gogh swirls ~excerpt from poem

Let Us Pray, Jessica Curlett

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They say

That the good Lord

Will see you through

So just listen dude ~excerpt from poem

Compassion Prisoner, Jessica Curlett

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I wish I could tell you

What’s on my mind,

But I’m not even sure.

When I figure it out

I’ll let you know ~excerpt from poem

San Francisco, Amanda Martin

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I’m going back to dirty sidewalks

And twinkle-light trees

Whipped cream fog

On stacked, steep, streets ~excerpt from poem

London Colors, Mea Chavez

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more green than you’d imagine

cream colored wealth

gray poverty

brick red intellectualism

red and green doors

tulips hidden under earth prolific

purple and pink

pubs wooden brown and black

gold pints and signs ~excerpt from poem

Finding Russel Square, Mea Chavez

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Can’t find Russell Square

coming from the British Museum

as from a daze

lost in this brightness

amid streets I wish

were on a grid

I come across other squares

a children’s park ~excerpt from poem

California Bluffs, Katelin Filipps

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Inhale the salty, crisp air.
Fingers tracing lines through mist
Covered brined metal, despair,
If you’re ensnared, flung away ~excerpt from poem

An Untitled Pantoum, Allysa Miranda

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The woman walked down the lane
with barely a care,
letting the path lead her onwards,
wondering where she would go. ~excerpt from poem

The Line, Kaileigh Robinson

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Do you see how low I can be?
Lower than the valley and bottom of the sea.
Last night I was on top of the world.
I had you in the palm of my hand.
You were the line I couldn’t understand. ~excerpt from poem