The Hemlock Review

Pierce Edwards, Class of 2019

Landscape

Oil on canvas

2019

Olivia Calhoun, Class of 2021

Bomb

Digital Print

2019

Lucas Thomlinson, Class of 2019

Self-portrait

Assemblage

2019

Audrey Benson, Class of 2023

Sunsets of the Grand Canyon

digital photography

Anonymous, Class of 2021

dipsomania

poetry

you promised me

your sobriety 

with a chuckle 

as you brought 

the bottle to 

your lips and 

drank until

you forgot.

Regan Wilson, Class of 2023

Wisteria

short story

What’s your favorite memory?

It’s a simple question, really, that most people don’t sit and ponder for longer than a minute. Everyone I’ve ever met immediately answers with something like “when I got my cat,” or “My 13th birthday party!” or even “the time my boyfriend told me I was pretty,” and so forth. Personally, I avoid anyone who replies with the last one, because all their attention goes to that boy, but that’s off topic, isn’t it?

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Lillian Richardson, Class of 2021

Drive to Write

poetry

I don’t think I can write poems anymore
As soon as I try I just get bored
There’s nothing tying me down and making me write so I chose the easy way out and called it a night
Good night to the times when I couldn’t choose between cutting myself or writing down my news
This isn’t a bad thing- just a complication
But it keeps getting bigger, like multiplication
I’m holding on to what little drive I have left, but I’ll use it all here to make this one my best
I’m not signing off, I dont think im done yet
I WANT to keep writing, I love it to death
It’s been 4 months since i sat down and wrote
And wrote and wrote till my hand almost broke
I missed this feeling of absolute control
But if I like it so much, where did it go?

Artist’s Statement: It’s been a while since i wrote a poem so this one is about how i doubt my abilities.

Maggie Carlton, Class of 2023

Untitled

digital photography

Anonymous, Class of 2023

Untitled

digital photography

Alden Sunstrom, Class of 2023

Once Upon A Time

short story

“Once upon a time…”

The familiar voice whispered the simple start to every little adventure. Her southern drawl slowed them down into a sweet, lazy sound. The effect left them as soft and gentle as the reader.

I brought myself onto my side to face the images decorating the story’s pages, simple and resembling a bright stained glass window. The picture of a girl in a blue crown waved out to me from the pages. My eyes shifted from the girl to the reader. Continue reading →