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Pen to Paper: In Defense of Two Girls Walking

Pen to Paper: In Defense of Two Girls Walking

Defend the prayer all you’d like, but my knees never met the ground with very much grace. So it is no wonder that upon seeing two girls walking, a sapling tree sprouts from inside my lungs. It feels not like the oak transpiring from the autumnal ground, or even like the pine whose needles tumble down to press briefly against […]

by Mattie Wyndham· · 0 comments · Arts & Entertainment
Pen to Paper: Found guilty, on account of being a Female

Pen to Paper: Found guilty, on account of being a Female

She only speaks in subtle tones as not to disturb the rest– her voice goes unaccounted for, dear sister, speak when spoken to– that is, in docile address. The courtroom is a place of men and intelligent ones at that but please, if you may let her interject I assure you, her insight is much deeper than her sex. Her […]

by Jackie Brokaw· · 0 comments · Arts & Entertainment
Pen to Paper: walk to party

Pen to Paper: walk to party

Francie was wet, drunk, and very aware of the chaffing of her thighs against her snow soaked boyfriend jeans. All she could think about was how if John were to take her pants off tonight that her legs would be frozen, her razor bumps on her bikini line would appall him, and now this chaffing would disgust him as well. […]

by Merrill Read· · 0 comments · Arts & Entertainment
Pen to Paper: the Chicken and the Egg

Pen to Paper: the Chicken and the Egg

It’s funny, how often we confuse inhibition for tradition. It wasn’t hard for me to see through you. Hell, I guess you didn’t fall for my fakeness either. It didn’t take you long to realize that I wasn’t fluent in happiness, it was a foreign language class I always just-almost failed. The only way I passed was copying other peoples’ […]

by Anonymous· · 0 comments · Arts & Entertainment
Pen to Paper: 5 tall tales regarding coincidence

Pen to Paper: 5 tall tales regarding coincidence

1. The Pale Blue Dot In high school astronomy, I learned that the Earth is perfectly situated in the universe for the creation of life. It’s situated in a surprisingly small temperature belt in our solar system capable of sustaining liquid water, a requirement for life, and especially my life. I’m thirsty all the time. Mercury and Venus are too […]

by Will Walkey· · 0 comments · Arts & Entertainment
Pen to Paper: Trapped Inside the Mahogany Clock

Pen to Paper: Trapped Inside the Mahogany Clock

They won’t miss me. I won’t miss them. It is a mutual feeling, unsaid but completely understood — I don’t give a damn about you. Mother, I will not miss you. I will not miss you Dr. Warren Bernerd and your team of devilishly handsome psychology fellows. Really, I will miss nothing about that office of yours. More specifically, I […]

by Jackie Brokaw· · 0 comments · Arts & Entertainment

First creative writing open mic held in pub

Poetry readings, pizza, appetizers, and good conversation graced the English department’s first creative writing gathering and open mic night, hosted this past Monday, May 1, in Colby’s Blue-Light Pub. While ExPRESS poetry often hosts open mic nights in the Mary Low Coffee house, the sponsoring of an open mic night by the English department where students present their own work […]

The Barking Dog

The Barking Dog

Detective Inspector Kalt was not typically in his office on Friday evenings. He preferred to be home with his wife, having a nightcap and reading the paper. On this particular Friday evening, when light from the streetlamps shone on the grubby rug in horizontal lines, Detective Kalt rubbed his temples with tired hands. What a week. He found himself saying […]

Waiting Until it Disappears Again

Waiting Until it Disappears Again

“Dip your toes in the pools of blood,” they said. And so, he did — dipped his toes — yet with the utmost care to not dip his toenails for fear that the blood might stain his nail beds for weeks afterwards. His mother would see his red toenails and worry that he had developed some strange fungus that only […]

The Man

The Man

He kills a butterfly when he is only an infant: wing in each fatty hand, a gentle tearing, a crush of the skull with the heel of his palm; the colors of it go away, are just so much brown mush streaked across his hands and face and lips. He kills a troop of black ants by dumping dirt down […]

by Jacob Hyatt· · 0 comments · Arts & Entertainment