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Give The Dog A Bone, Claire Venery

The Oval

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Perception Of The Troubled, Maree Herron

The Oval

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Hell Isn't Empty If All The Devils Are There, Kailyn Mercer

The Oval

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Where They Wander, Kevin T. Gleich

Theses

The stories contained within are all concerned in one way or another with our memory. More specifically, what it means to remember something. With a fictional drug, referred to only as “serum,” the characters in these stories all fall victim to what can be described as an overdose of experience. Our memories are what allow us to develop ideology, our concept of self, and intimacy with others. Each story in “Where They Wander” deals in some way with these basic human traits by exaggerating the characters’ abilities to confront their experiences.

There is another thread that pulls these stories together. …

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 …

Damar On Fridays, Maja Sadikovic

Theses

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These poems are about the first hand witnessing of the Balkan war and its visceral repercussions, ripping of families across generations and continents due to religious intolerance, and an identity crisis within the diaspora of the former Yugoslav people. They interact with appeals of loss, in terms of bodies, memory, and material, despair within the identity of the self in and outside of religion, and the perception of love and belonging, but not necessarily in that order. They are largely inspired by victim story-telling, translations of conversations with natives of the former Yugoslavia and their children, and ramifications of …

Chronicle, Tara Mettler

Poetry MFA Theses

A collection of original poetry by Tara Mettler.

Stained Forever By A Sanguine Glow, David Schelhaas

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"It is National Poetry Month and I want to celebrate the month with a little essay about the poet Richard Wilbur and his poem 'October Maples.'"

Posting about ­­­­­­­­the delight in Richard Wilbur's poetry from In All Things - an online journal for critical reflection on faith, culture, art, and every ordinary-yet-graced square inch of God’s creation.

http://inallthings.org/stained-forever-by-a-sanguine-glow/

Dscn0724, Alejandra Tamayo

The Tuxedo Archives

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Dscn0458, Alejandra Tamayo

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Dscn0448, Alejandra Tamayo

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Ale 4, Alejandra Tamayo

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Ale 2, Alejandra Tamayo

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Street Musicians In Avignon, Brittany Blake

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Street Artist In Barcelona, Brittany Blake

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Musician In Carcassone, Brittany Blake

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Inside Notre Dame, Paris, Brittany Blake

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How I Came To Dominican, Lisa Wagenhurst

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I remember like it was yesterday. It was late on a hot Friday afternoon in mid-
August and the sun was shining with the fierceness that August is notorious for, even in Northern California. Everywhere I looked there were trees and flowers and beautiful lawns. ~excerpt from short story

The Frog Pond, Valerie Silver

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Each January, the frog pond calls to me. I drive across town to the Discovery
Center parking lot, put on my mud shoes, breathe in the damp, leafy air, and step away from my everyday world. ~excerpt from short story

The Long Side Of The Tracks, James Metzger

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In just three short weeks I traveled upwards of 8000 miles of rail, circulating around an antiquated network of industrial savagery, from Oakland CA to Oakland CA, trading stories and cigarettes with other wayward travelers while waiting for more important trains of cattle and produce to take the tracks. ~excerpt from short story

Pieces, Brittany Blake

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She still wakes up some nights in cold sweats with a scream rising like bile in her throat, waiting to fling itself out into the world. Sometimes she’s awake enough to hold it back and sometimes she can even fall asleep again. Sometimes, she can’t. ~excerpt from short story

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