Author Archives: Rosie Pound

Arcturus 2022 Launch Party on June 9th

The launch of Arcturus 2022 will be held at 11am on June 9th in the Mt. Constance room of Building 8. There will be free copies of the journal as well as food and refreshments. Stay to enjoy some poetry … Continue reading

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Tomorrow’s Promise

Emily Hamilton

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Midnight Drives

by Anisa Dahir Late-night drives, window rolled all the way down As the wind blows and the moon is full Speeding down the road Everything is clear, the path ahead of us, our minds With new problems to worry about … Continue reading

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Hidden Galaxies

by Emily Hamilton

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Just a Fantasy

by Isabel Wolfe Day after day, you wake up with one fantasy living rent free in your mind, only one thing that you can think of, that you want to do for the rest of your life but so many … Continue reading

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To Plant a Seed

by Rosie Pound Maisie wonders how she got to be right here, right now. In her flower shop, gardening gloves on her hands, knees on the hard floor, staring up into her seven-year-old daughters big brown questioning eyes. She can’t … Continue reading

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Substance Abuse

by Nathan Yokey A curling wall of teal wraps around her and she feels each drop of spray as she glides on her first wave. A smooth euphoric stroke of board and sea comes to an end, the white water … Continue reading

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Self Portrait as Incense During Worship

by Jenn Ngeth You take a light; that blistering flame to the tip of my head––   the start to my demise.   The countless ashes of my kin succumb to your prayers; sacrificed for the absence of holy statues––   mythology … Continue reading

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Grape jelly

by Viktoriya Kovachyk A lady at the store was returning her purchases today. She returned all except one. Gummy bears. At least that’s what she told me. She couldn’t return those, because she craved them every night lately, she said. What … Continue reading

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The Fire of Learning

after Ilya Kaminsky, Author’s Prayer By Mason Hap   To understand their words, you need to forget the blazing beat of your chest.   The self-taught rhythm, a single ember keeping the flame alive. Life of language, with smoke that … Continue reading

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