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Poe (The Crow), Josephina Wieczoreck-Bettendorf
Poe (The Crow), Josephina Wieczoreck-Bettendorf
Floodwall Magazine
No abstract provided.
Scary Stories, Liv Schlosser
Envy Of Butterflies, Rachel Held
A Brief List, Sarah Golden
In Light Of One-Act, Anna Unser
Portraits Of Life Forgotten, Josephina Wieczorek-Bettendorf
Portraits Of Life Forgotten, Josephina Wieczorek-Bettendorf
Floodwall Magazine
No abstract provided.
Dissection, Josephina Wieczorek-Bettendorf
Lifelong, Josephina Wieczorek-Bettendorf
Adventures In Bootcamp, Robert Moore Jr
How A Romantic Poet Moved On, Katelyn Bone
Why Do They Call Them Images?, Robert Moore Jr
Why Do They Call Them Images?, Robert Moore Jr
Floodwall Magazine
No abstract provided.
It's Just A Burning Memory, Veronika Linstrom
It's Just A Burning Memory, Veronika Linstrom
Floodwall Magazine
No abstract provided.
"My Two Legs Are Broken, But Look At Me Dance", Korbyan Chavez
"My Two Legs Are Broken, But Look At Me Dance", Korbyan Chavez
Floodwall Magazine
No abstract provided.
Poetry As Performance: The Case For "Camp" In Catullus, Jasmine Patera
Poetry As Performance: The Case For "Camp" In Catullus, Jasmine Patera
Floodwall Magazine
No abstract provided.
Matrescence, Erin Kunz
Matrescence, Erin Kunz
The Cicadian
Kunz reflects on her transformation into motherhood, describing the physical, emotional, and psychological shifts that accompany the process known as matrescence. Through vivid memories of childhood and early parenting, she explores the complexities of maternal love, especially for women who did not receive unconditional love themselves. Her rocking chair becomes a symbol of nurturing and endurance, where she gave everything to her children while grappling with her own identity. Erin also highlights the supportive role of her partner, challenging traditional gender norms and celebrating shared caregiving. As her children grow, she mourns the environmental changes that have altered the …
Where The Earth Meets The Sky, Ashlyn Ed Herron
Where The Earth Meets The Sky, Ashlyn Ed Herron
The Cicadian
A reflection of finding one's place in an ecosystem that raised them, and a long overdue love-letter to the prairies
When I Was Five, Ceallan Hunter
The Alternate Bios, Casey Fuller
Caffeine And Me, Chad Erickstad
Teddy Roosevelt National Park, Jonathan Sladko
Teddy Roosevelt National Park, Jonathan Sladko
Floodwall Magazine
I love traveling, and I hope to make it an integral part of my life by getting a job as a commercial pilot in the future. I also love capturing the beauty of the world as I see it while traveling full of vibrant colors, awe-inspiring scenery, and diverse cultures. I hope my photography is able to capture the world as I see it, so that I may share it with you.
Bernese Oberland, Jonathan Sladko
Bernese Oberland, Jonathan Sladko
Floodwall Magazine
I love traveling, and I hope to make it an integral part of my life by getting a job as a commercial pilot in the future. I also love capturing the beauty of the world as I see it while traveling full of vibrant colors, awe-inspiring scenery, and diverse cultures. I hope my photography is able to capture the world as I see it, so that I may share it with you.
Love Medicine, Casey Fuller
Love Medicine, Casey Fuller
Floodwall Magazine
I love words. Words are totally amazing. Words allude, cordon off, cordon in, exfoliate, and blossom. And words are just so strange. The meaning in words can change over, their footprints marking you with their history. And yet, one conclusion I’ve come to as an English PhD student at the University of North Dakota, as a person who lives and breathes and teaches words every day, is that words can’t express all of my feelings. It’s a sad notion for me—one that I’ve tried to deny. So, as an English PhD student who is far enough along in his studies …
Minima Moralia, Casey Fuller
Minima Moralia, Casey Fuller
Floodwall Magazine
I love words. Words are totally amazing. Words allude, cordon off, cordon in, exfoliate, and blossom. And words are just so strange. The meaning in words can change over, their footprints marking you with their history. And yet, one conclusion I’ve come to as an English PhD student at the University of North Dakota, as a person who lives and breathes and teaches words every day, is that words can’t express all of my feelings. It’s a sad notion for me—one that I’ve tried to deny. So, as an English PhD student who is far enough along in his studies …
Naked Lunch, Casey Fuller
Naked Lunch, Casey Fuller
Floodwall Magazine
I love words. Words are totally amazing. Words allude, cordon off, cordon in, exfoliate, and blossom. And words are just so strange. The meaning in words can change over, their footprints marking you with their history. And yet, one conclusion I’ve come to as an English PhD student at the University of North Dakota, as a person who lives and breathes and teaches words every day, is that words can’t express all of my feelings. It’s a sad notion for me—one that I’ve tried to deny. So, as an English PhD student who is far enough along in his studies …
Tree-Lined, Chad Erickstad
Tree-Lined, Chad Erickstad
Floodwall Magazine
The world we experience is constantly evolving; yet many of our experiences are universal through time. I use photography to capture these universal moments as well as the ones unique to our moment in history. I find nature to be a fertile subject, often at its most brutal or its most serene. I am also interested in ways we have shaped nature and architecture to function for our modern needs and meet our current definition of “aesthetically pleasing.”
Summer School, Nicholas Baldwin
Summer School, Nicholas Baldwin
Floodwall Magazine
I question conventional boundaries through a series of action and reaction, a safari between permanence and transience, interrogating whether paper is shaped forever. Pulp painting promises a negotiation of form while carrying abstraction. My intention is to evoke that magic certitude borne of a dedicated approach. Having caught some idea, I broaden it with weird fibers, give the thing depth, complete a cycle of reasoning by returning to the starting point in a way a sculptor might imagine the pose of a figure hidden in a lump of stone. By marrying feeling and intellect, I find a facility of control. …
Marbled Frog Wood Cut, Nicholas Baldwin
Marbled Frog Wood Cut, Nicholas Baldwin
Floodwall Magazine
I question conventional boundaries through a series of action and reaction, a safari between permanence and transience, interrogating whether paper is shaped forever. Pulp painting promises a negotiation of form while carrying abstraction. My intention is to evoke that magic certitude borne of a dedicated approach. Having caught some idea, I broaden it with weird fibers, give the thing depth, complete a cycle of reasoning by returning to the starting point in a way a sculptor might imagine the pose of a figure hidden in a lump of stone. By marrying feeling and intellect, I find a facility of control. …
Imitating, Nicholas Baldwin
Imitating, Nicholas Baldwin
Floodwall Magazine
I question conventional boundaries through a series of action and reaction, a safari between permanence and transience, interrogating whether paper is shaped forever. Pulp painting promises a negotiation of form while carrying abstraction. My intention is to evoke that magic certitude borne of a dedicated approach. Having caught some idea, I broaden it with weird fibers, give the thing depth, complete a cycle of reasoning by returning to the starting point in a way a sculptor might imagine the pose of a figure hidden in a lump of stone. By marrying feeling and intellect, I find a facility of control. …
Dominoes, Nicholas Baldwin
Dominoes, Nicholas Baldwin
Floodwall Magazine
I question conventional boundaries through a series of action and reaction, a safari between permanence and transience, interrogating whether paper is shaped forever. Pulp painting promises a negotiation of form while carrying abstraction. My intention is to evoke that magic certitude borne of a dedicated approach. Having caught some idea, I broaden it with weird fibers, give the thing depth, complete a cycle of reasoning by returning to the starting point in a way a sculptor might imagine the pose of a figure hidden in a lump of stone. By marrying feeling and intellect, I find a facility of control. …
Sometimes I Worry, Sevi Sapunar-Lahr