Bethel Creatives, no. 22: Dalton Dickerhoof
Interview conducted by Savannah Mirabal in The Crossings’ series on creativity and diversity within Bethel University’s student body. The heart behind this series is to explore creativity in a broader sense and to be encouraged and inspired by the creatives on our campus and the things that they are doing. Dalton Dickerhoof is a sophomore majoring in Psychology with a minor in English. While he is normally in his dorm hiding from the concept of a social life, one of Dalt
Savannah Mirabal
Apr 74 min read
You were the Flame, I was the Moth
Every night, the same dream. You and I walking through the forest. The moon glows upon us, making your smile a radiant beam. Your eyes glisten like crystallized oceans. Your hand in mine. My hand in yours. Every night, we walk deeper into the woods. The darkness envelops us, like a blanket over our heads. The breeze, warm on our faces. Still, your hand in mine. My hand in yours. Every night, a faint glow shimmers in the distance. It grows quickly. Its orange hue sparks fear
Aubrey Welches
Apr 62 min read
The Changelings
There was once a time long ago where, on the English isles, the Fae were feared above all else. The nightmarish trickster spirits of the wood, silver of tongue and sleight of hand, simply lying in wait to ensnare those vulnerable enough to fall for their lures. Though they were known for many tricks and ploys, their most despised was when they would snatch away human children in the night, before replacing them with near-identical fae offspring known as changelings. This prac
Dalton Dickerhoof
Apr 613 min read
Peace
The word peace may ring a bell Tis a far-off foreign sound. But it strikes our ears with peals that tell Of calmness and strength that abound. Oh, evasive, elusive, obstinate peace Fleeing far when I need you most! Must your calm waters always cease When I am so near to your coast? Where does peace go when she wishes to hide From this depraved and needy world? Can she be extracted from riches and pride- Paid with jewels finely pearled? No, none of these can conquer dear peace
Sara Jones
Apr 61 min read
So. . . What are Your Plans?
Maybe I should be a writer. Nestled away in my cottage with a pencil in my hand and a smudged-up paper pinned under my elbow. Fire crackles in the hearth with wood I chopped that morning. The aroma of spiced tea and weathered parchment float in the room. I stare back at my rows of novels and reminisce through the very adventures that inspired those stories. The wilderness expands in my mind, an image more vivid than words can recall. What’s the saying? A picture is worth a
Chloe Woolet
Apr 64 min read
