Student Work

A blue boat rests on my dock It arrives once a year It brings no one, and it takes no one It holds no maps, no navigation, no sense of direction Every year, it leaves The next year, it comes back It stops on my dock It leaves from my dock No one sees it but me Even then, I don’t hear it leave I wake up, and it’s gone A fleeting memory Was it ever really there? Or was it a fragment of my mind, Something I conjured from broken pieces of my life? Yet, I think again– If madness h

Poetry - Grapevine, Spring 24/25 The worm had grown near a foot in length Eating Eating Eating through all my strength, of my...

Poetry - Grapevine, Spring 24/25 A life never lived Is rarely revived A phantom of hope A well made disguise. But if one does choose To...

Poetry - Grapevine, Spring 24/25 I once put a person on a pedestal. It stood high. As if held by an angel. Out of reach its miracles,...

There are spiders that live in my head As they grow restless, they creep down my throat and into my stomach Burrowing through the soft...

Poetry - Grapevine , Spring 24/25 I want someone to look at me the way the moon does With cold beauty of the dark night and the...

Poetry - Grapevine , Winter 24/25 Issue my cousin whispered stories to me in the dark about something so un-human the soul recognizes...

Poetry - Grapevine , Winter 24/25 Issue I would never like a girl But I can recognize her airy laugh Amid the chaos, it grips its hand...

Prose-Poetry - Grapevine , Winter 24/25 Issue We walk parallel lines and yet such perpendicular paths. At some point the lines intersect...

"To Love" by Fern Fraer Poetry - Winter 24/25 Issue Fill a pot with water slowly turn up the heat this way you won’t notice the...

Poetry - Grapevine , Winter 24/25 Issue i am no more than a creature when i love her i want to crawl inside her skin, making it a home...

Poetry - Grapevine , Winter 24/25 Issue She awakens to this strange field of wildflowers and the sky is looking down… at her Hello,...