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• “Sometimes I Just Think Too Much” by Darah Wolf

  Winner of the William and Ivy Saylor Prize 2015

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  June 9, 2015

  Poetry Spring 2015, William and Ivy Saylor Prize Winners

  Darah Wolf

• “A Girl” by Breana Wilde

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  June 9, 2015

  Poetry Spring 2015

  Breana Wilde

• “Best Friend” by Ashlee Sunderland

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  June 9, 2015

  Poetry Spring 2015

  Ashlee Sunderland

• “Animal Heart” by Ashleen McCullough

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  June 9, 2015

  Poetry Spring 2015

  Ashleen McCullough

• “Wisdom Speaks” by Amanda Kenney

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  June 9, 2015

  Poetry Spring 2015

  Amanda Kenney

• “My Morning Glory” by Amanda Kenney

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  June 9, 2015

  Poetry Spring 2015

  Amanda Kenney

• “I Am From” by Amanda Kenney

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  June 9, 2015

  Poetry Spring 2015

  Amanda Kenney

• “Pronounced” by Caitlyn Minelli

  Winner of the Joanne Harrison Hopkins Literary Achievement Award 2015    Mavis slammed her head against the steering wheel of her black VW bug. “I so don’t want to go in there,” she groaned. When she pulled into the long gravel drive of her family’s mansion she immediately wanted to turn around. Ashby Hall was…

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  May 2, 2015

  Joanne Harrison Hopkins Literary Achievement Award Winners, Short Stories Spring 2015

  Caitlyn Minelli, Joanne Harrison Hopkins Literary Achievement Award

• “Accidental Wounds” by Nicole Zuleger

     Wound healing is a dynamic process. For the healing process to begin, there first has to be a wound. Purposeful and accidental wounds must be treated differently. A purposeful wound, like a surgical incision or the random girl in the library calling me a bitch for being upset that she sexted my boyfriend, do…

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  May 2, 2015

  Short Stories Spring 2015

  Nicole Zuleger

• “Stolen Kisses” by Darah Wolf

  1. Michael    We sat in the corner of the sandbox, hidden by the shadow of the tall red brick walls that stood behind us. The Florida sun beat down on our foreheads as we laid our heads on a black garbage bag full of sandbox toys, our backs on the dirty white sand.   …

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  May 2, 2015

  Short Stories Spring 2015

  Darah Wolf