noun: 1. a place where the falcons are kept. 2. a row of doors opening on the same passage 3. a homonym for “muse,” Greek goddess of the arts and sciences 4. the online creative magazine for Friends University
A Short Essay by Lilly Busatti (Friends University '25) Billie Eilish has always been an artist whose primary purpose is to discuss her own feminine experience. As someone who was openly sexualized from a young age, especially as a girl who wore primarily baggy clothing to hide her physical features, Billie’s Oscar win for her... Continue Reading →
Paper by Elaina Johnson, Friends University 2024 Abstract Self-harm is becoming a growing and common behavior of people of all ages. This research will aim to provide information on the prevalence of self-harm, why self-harm is chosen among teens and young adults, types of self-harm, and reasons and effects of self-harming. The focus area of... Continue Reading →
by Heather Chamberlain This is a literary interpretation project I did for American Lit 2 over “The Death of a Soldier” by Wallace Stevens. The imagery of this poem really spoke to me. Clearly it is about soldiers going into war, but I found that it also symbolized the common man and how he approaches... Continue Reading →
by Heather Chamberlain In shadows and copperhead skins; through cattails and honey bells, my memory wanders to a warm November day on a walk with my sister and her children. Anoles scatter under our feet. Mushrooms appear one by one, then in fives, then in tens, then in twenties, as we walk deeper and deeper... Continue Reading →
by Heather Chamberlain The hour of doom is drawing near. Soon the bell will toll, and the heathens that patiently wait above will descend to tear his battered soul from its body. They’ll toss it about like a plaything, mocking him, and further bruising and mangling his soul than it already is. He could already... Continue Reading →
JANUARY 24 I looked at you and saw a blank sheet of paper. With slightly ruffled edges and nothing else. You were the next thing for me to make ugly. My black ink glazed effortlessly across your purity, and I cluttered your mind with things that would drive, even someone as perfect as you, mad. Insanity... Continue Reading →
It’s been seventeen minutes, and now I start to wonder if anyone has noticed. I thought about my Facebook post for a while. Facebook: the one place anyone could find what I wanted to say. Very accessible. Posted 3:02 am March 28, 2017. I couldn’t help but pace my room. Back and forth. Back. And... Continue Reading →
by Heather Chamberlain and Jalen Lambert
Lifted by a gustOf wind so strongIt seems to carryMe on and on Set adriftIn the prairie skyBlown farAnd high Spinning and tumblingLungs can’t catch upFor the first timeI’m seeing everything closeup New colors I seeThat weren’t there beforeNew soundsThat in my ears roar I’m blown awayAs a tuft of dandelionCaught in the breezeFrom the... Continue Reading →
Trees swaying in the windLeaves fluttering and twirlingRoots deepening, strengthening Water flowing in towards shoreWaves crashing and pummelingSeagulls soaring, crying Zephyrs flitting through sunlightBreezes rising and fallingGales blowing, sweeping Fire full of crackles and roarsFlames leaping and plungingBlazing steadily, passionately Music flowing bySoaring and dippingCrying out joyfully, sorrowfully Light pouring through cloudsStreaming and radiantRays of... Continue Reading →
The Mews 