Seattle Pacific University MFA | Creative Writing

Teaching and Seeing

By Dyana Herron

Not yet a month into the semester, my students and I move cautiously around one another like two parties in an arranged marriage, still unsure of what kindnesses or cruelties the other is capable. Continue Reading …

The Boy Who Lived Large

By Vic Sizemore

Tyler was sixteen years old. The service was nice. The pastor had lost a six-year-old daughter to asthma, and was particularly tuned in to the family’s pain. Continue Reading …

To See Her More Clearly

By Allison Backous Troy

Who was she to tell me to come home? How did she find out I was gone? What authority did she have to tell me—the one who knew more about being a mother than she did—to stop what I was doing? Continue Reading …

A Heart Exposed

By Jessica Eddings-Roeser

“I’m a writer,” I say. “Oh, that is marvelous,” she says, her blue eyes shining. “With a talent like that you will never be lonely.” Continue Reading …

Poetry as Balance Beam

By Dyana Herron

Flat-chested and well-muscled, with hair pulled back into strict ponytails or buns, the gymnasts looked at once prepubescent and adult. Continue Reading …

The Severe Wind Event

By Vic Sizemore

Strange iridescent-green insects flitted around, bugs who normally live in the tops of those trees where we never see them. Continue Reading …

Photos from Santa Fe!

MFA students, faculty, and staff recently met together for our annual summer residency in New Mexico. Here are a few of our favorite moments. Continue Reading …

Every Damned Tangle and Knot

By David Jacobsen

I open my laptop at night and key green letters across the black sky. Writing has always unfolded this way. Each story starts with a single word. Continue Reading …

Hello

By Elizabeth Myhr

One who is not a writer does not pay attention, or sees and lets go of the gift. The gift’s living nature is to be ever moving. It has the quality of light. Continue Reading …

I Thought I Saw It

By Dyana Herron

As an adult, I understand that a gorilla living in the deciduous forests of Southeast TN is all but impossible. But what did I see, then? Continue Reading …