Arts

The Doubt

The day I buried my grandma was hot and humid, like almost every day in Singapore, and the funeral home prepared large golf umbrellas for all the mourners to be...

Wooden Leg

  the hospital bed on which I lay (the iron bars behind which I stay) snagged here to suffer a great loss, amputated leg to be my crux   so I devise a st...

And Lo, Darkness

And Lo, darkness was On the face of our deeps. The Spirit fluttered, breathed. And breath became word, And the word was spoken. And We heard and cried ou...

Ichthus Haiku

During our first staff meeting of the Spring 2015 semester, the writers of the Ichthus wrote haiku. Please read the seventeen short poems below! First Icht...