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
It was a chilly December afternoon and the family of Home Alone was getting ready to go ice skating. People were running up and down the hall, shoes and bags scattered all over the place. The excitement and chaos was too much for poor Uncle Frank. Sitting on the couch, he groaned in annoyance, grumbling... Continue Reading →
Lying her on a shelf I see people come and go Book I am Rats is what I am about All who see me have no interest “rodents are gross” I hear them say Yet still I will be chosen some day
I understand the heart of wanting. Not money or metals Or the physical material of the world Surely, I want commodity Feel the weight of material However, my heart lusts I crave feeling, I crave gold. Not the yellow material men have killed for Nae metals that are priceless and sold I want the feeling... Continue Reading →
Chapters closing, Hearts are open, And dreams are growing closer. The clock is ticking, Time is slipping But my dreams remain lingering. The familiar smiles I know and love, Laughter that I've memorized Memories so close and dear The hours I want paralyzed. Dreamers farewell, Say goodbye and wipe your eyes The chapters ending But... Continue Reading →
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 →
The Mews 