Kintsugi, the Dish, and Me

By Susan Nichols   An incident, ill-timed, the careless sweep of an arm.  A porcelain dish, priceless in form, flies from its perch in a flash.  Impossible to catch, though the falling seems slow,  The piece hits the ground with a crash.     Countless shards ...

The Art of Getting to Know Someone

By Elise Lusk   There’s frost on the window he’s leaning against.  I watch the moonlight weave through the cracks in the trees-  how the light traces the outline of his back  but leaves him black and blank.    I ask the outline for a paintbrush   to fill in the...

Quarantine Sunset

By Marriah Geels   Marriah Geels is a senior pursuing a BFA in Art Education and BA in Music. Her studio concentrations are painting and ceramics. While studying at UARK, she has been in several theatre productions, participated in several of the Universities...

Love Bug Bite

By Macklin Luke   When I say that   the color of a frozen moment  muddies the hue of our reticent together  or that  a song says Venus imploded from the  gastric fumes of marital warming  What I mean to say is  her name, still branded behind my ear,  the nakedless...

Rainbows in My Head

By Meredith Tinkle   What is “Making Good Trouble?” Well, for Meredith, it’s doing little things that you’re “not supposed to do” but aren’t wrong either. It’s taking every paint sample in the hardware store,...

If I Ran Away to New Mexico

By Claire Hutchinson   the highway would slide like black silk under my wheels,  my front bumper with five o’clock shadow from the bugs.  i’d stop at a single-pump gas station, leave my car while it’s refueling,  and wander toward the red soil horizon.  the dust...