poem for god
Casandra Robledo

The Woman in Silent Tears
Sony Ton-Amie

Jenna Citrus

Passing Through
Marissa Kopco

Signifying Antipathy
Eric Kubacki

Sony Ton-Amie

Abbey Kish

Amish Country
A.J. Weber

everything beautiful bleeds
Casandra Robledo

5 August 2014
Emily Gadzinksi

Marcee Wardell

Et in Arcadio Ego
David Albert Solberg

Stuttgart Triptych
Abbey Kish

Katie Cross

Sorry, We're Closed
Marissa Kopco

Older than Our Bodies
A.J. Weber



Take Me With You When
You Go
Lindsay Hansard

The Great Conversation: Cultural Change Through YouTube
Zoe Comingore

Amorphous Object &
Papered Wall

Jenna Citrus

Sundays in Hudson
Jamie Brian

Joseph Theis

Fox and Geese
Deborah Rocheleau

Kara Wellman

Madeleine Richey

Love in Winter
David Albert Solberg

I Have Made My Own Soul Suffer
Hoda Fakhari

Marissa Kopco

The Bath
Bridget Hansen

A Notice to My Mailman
Elizabeth Schoppelrei




I smiled the first time you let your mind rest beside me, 
held my breath to hear the thinner whisper
of your exhale, replaying Etta James in my head. 
I stowed the unfolding moments
to retrace on Sunday evenings without worry, 
but I never forgot that all things end. 

Mass-produced baskets are hollow, lacking, 
and though my basket weaving was left
unpracticed, I assembled a cavity from reeds
sprouting so far from those who wandered
before you. I created a misshapen container with
small gaps that no pudgy fingers could push through. 

For you, I found petals that promised to bloom— 
they were gathered to be bedded in plain jars. 
I know severed stems hurt your heart, 
but let them thrive for a while, let them admire
your lungs. For neglect only appears in the absence
of beauty and function, and both
are present in your gentle breath.

About the Author

Joseph Theis is a sophomore studying psychology at Christopher Newport University. He has enjoyed writing poetry for years and hopes that others find enjoyment from reading what he creates.