A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.

The purpose of Engage is to raise awareness and promote undergraduate research among the student body.

..when a war ends, what does that look like exactly?do the cells in the body stop detonating themselves?does the orphanage stop screaming for its mother?when the sand in the desert has been melted down to...

The interesting aspect of this publication is that it was produced and written by undergraduate students.

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling likethey’re falling in love with the ground.

Remind me that the most fertile lands were built by the fires of volcanoes.

All the students were in charge of interviewing, writing, brainstorming ideas and designing.

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

…It’s hard to watchthe game we make of love,like everyone’s playing checkerswith their scars,saying checkmatewhenever they get outwithout a broken heart.Just to be clearI don’t want to get outwithout a broken heart.I intend to leave...

This year we were given a one-time fund for this special edition of Engage. We hope to secure funding from the university for a future publications.

But whateverHoweverWhenever this ends I want you to knowThat right nowI love you forever

and I wonder if Beethoven held his breaththe first time his fingers touched the keysthe same way a soldier holds his breaththe first time his finger clicks the trigger.We all have different reasons for forgetting...

He is over in Iraq now, … I worry every day when I wake up. ‘How’s he doing? I haven’t heard from him, what’s going on?’ Every once in awhile I get an email and...

I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm cuz I’d rather be left for dead than wondering what thunder sounds like.

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems.Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

Political poems are love poems, and then love poems can be political in this society where people can be so separated from each other.

Write the poems.

For JennAt 12 years old I started bleeding with the moonand beating up boys who dreamed of becoming astronauts.I fought with my knuckles white as stars,and left bruises the shape of Salem.There are things we...

A lot of my inspiration came from the kids. But then other things; like the news, everything is pretty inspiring these days.

That cloud looks like a fish,and that cloud looks like a fairy!”Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin?Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea?And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell...

Let me also say I wanna make you sandwhiches,And soup,And peanut butter cookies,Though, the truth is peanutbutter is actually really bad for you ’cause they grow peanuts in old cotton fields to clean the toxins...

And I say,I crash in to things in the darkEven when the lights are onAnd I am wrong more often than I am writingAnd even then, I am often wrongBut when my friends are in...

My mouth is a fire escape.The words coming outdon’t care that they are naked.There is something burning in there.

I wrote too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speak.

Safety isn’t always safe. You can find one on every gun.

I know this world is far from perfect.I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon.I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic.But every ocean has a shorelineand every shoreline has...

We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna...

Do you know they found land mines in woman’s souls.

and feelings were always smarter things than thoughts