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I see, I hear, I know the world wrapped with words, sentences, images. Every inert object, every living thing as well, sleeps under the cover of signs.
- Michel Serres
Every year, The Mill publishes a selection of outstanding poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction, drama, photography, and artwork from students across campus. Our aim is to publish works of extraordinary quality, honoring students of extraordinary skill.
Submissions to our annual publication are reviewed anonymously by the Selection Committee, and works are chosen for publication based on artistic merit and technical execution.
The submission deadline for the 2024 edition will be January 24th.
The Mill
Baldwin Wallace University's
Student-run Literary and Arts Journal
Man is but a reed, the most feeble thing in nature; but he is a thinking reed. The entire universe need not arm itself to crush him.
Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places.
And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the human individual is the most valuable thing in the world.
What the world wants, what the world is waiting for, is not Modern Poetry or Classical Poetry or Neo-Classical Poetry-- but Good Poetry.
I always dream of a pen that would be a syringe.
If I could say it in words, there would be no need to paint.
These fields and I, this wood and I, have much to say to one another.
The world is full of magic things,, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
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