Poetry Articles

Captain’s Log, Stardate 70797.4 For thirteen hours and twenty-four minutes, we have tailed the cosmic trail of the vandalizing devils who dared damage our ship’s hyperdrive. I stare out the glass and into the black that seems to be the color of...

By Hannah Whatley When I was a child, I spoke as a child; I acted and thought and felt as a child, But then I turned seventeen. Seventeen—Oh, the great and glorious mystery, Between the realms of infancy and maturity; The questions of life that...

By KayleighAnne Stanton "What is faith?" my teacher asked, his brow furrowed in wonder. He didn't know how I stayed strong while the world was pulled asunder. I could have given him a simple answer, but instead I did not. For Christ is king and...

 By Joy Peklenk The ground I stand on shrinks below my feet As does my soul and my great worlds inside As I gaze up to majesty complete To glowing specks of fire that melt my pride How distant are those hypnotizing dots How radiant those...