BLOOM
VOLUME 23 ISSUE 11
APRIL 3, 2019
The crows see me. / They stretch their glossy necks / in the tallest trees. I am / possibly dangerous, i am / entering the kingdom. The dream of my life / is to lie down by a slow river / and stare at the light in the trees / to learn something by being nothing / a little while but the rich / lens of attention. But the crows puff their feathers and cry / between me and the sun, / and i should go now. / They know me for what i am. / No dreamer, / no eater of leaves. Mary Oliver
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MEET THE 2019/2020 EDITOR-IN-CHIEF
LETTER FROM PRESIDENT BOB KUHN
CHURCH HOPPING
A farewell from TWU’s outgoing president
A survey and discussion of the church hopping phenomenon at TWU
An interview with future Mars’ Hill EIC, Chrisaleen Ciro
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