Smoke curled into my eyes as I lifted up the rusted hood of my brother’s car. My stomach lurched with fear and the fumes shot up my nose, making my eyes water. He was going to kill me. “Be careful,” he said. “Easy on the breaks,” he said. This morning had been a blur of indecipherable noise banging around while I ...
SEEDS CORNER
A series of poems and prose offerings presented by SEEDS Literary & Visual Arts Journal.
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Seasons Change
By Heather Obmann
While the leaves blow colorful
red, green, orange, and yellow,
I...
SEEDS CORNER
A series of poems and prose offerings presented by SEEDS Literary & Visual Arts Journal.
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Knowledge of Yourself
By Chris Zavacki
No one knows themselves completely
You say you won’t do it, but do.
Don’t you see?
I am true.
You were one person way back when.
Had different ideas...
SEEDS CORNER
A series of poems and prose offerings presented by SEEDS Literary & Visual Arts Journal.
SEEDS is envisioned as a diverse network that provides a space for members of the Northeastern Illinois University community and beyond to showcase their artistic talents from poetry to prose and visual arts. Visual...
A series of poems and prose offerings presented by SEEDS Literary & Visual Arts Journal.
We are always accepting submissions for the SEEDS corner. Email us for submission guidelines or visit our Facebook page. Best of luck, writers!
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Seeds Corner
By Maggie Ward
Smoky throat, kinky nocturnal hair, droopy Aquarian eyes,
the trouble that surrounds him coughs up its own company.
A fog emits from his irises outwards, his voice cuts the mist
of mystery. Sidesteps a shadow, still all black everything.
The lips of this modern vapor do not fade when they...
.:Seeds:. Is NEIU’s Literary and Visual Arts Journal.
This Shakespearean Sonnet speaks of a W.E.B. Dubois theory of double consciousness, according to the author of the poem and prior .:Seeds:. Editor-in-Chief, Keesha Harris. Harris won the English Department's Poetry Prize with this poem.
The Unconscious Thinker
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