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Hannah Green
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David Busboom
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Ashley Holstrom
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Dr. Lania Knight
The Vehicle is an independent biannual literary magazine run by Eastern Illinois University’s students. Since 1959, The Vehicle has been publishing poetry, short stories, creative nonfiction, drama, and artwork by EIU’s very own students. In 2011, The Vehicle adopted an open submissions policy. We want to expose our university to what other writers are doing as much as we want to expose other writers to their work.
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Image: Face/Dots by Rachel Carbonell
Four weeks since I have
seen you. These weeks that may
as well been years.
I can remember this past summer when we first met.
Who knew that spark could ignite a fire? (more…)
Not too long ago, I found a toothpick in my cot. Again. I turned my whole cot upside-down and watched crumbs float out. Chocolate wafer crumbs. They reminded me of thin-mints, the kind the little girls in sashes and pigtails sell door-to-door when the snow melts. (more…)
Lisa lay on the sofa, crying for a long time. Was this her fault? Had she given him some sign? Encouraged him in some way? It was true she had thought he was cute. Did he sense that and take it as some kind of an invitation to do what he did?
No one had asked Lisa if she wanted to go to Utica and live with complete strangers for the (more…)
Natural Instinctive State
The heat of love
sometimes burns my fingers
and I pull them back.
It is not always easy (more…)
Just one word, a phrase or two,
Something simple, or something new.
I left all my plight in a place far away.
The clamor of the city and its mighty bray. (more…)
Dad painted the house for hours.
I watched him climb his ladder each day,
long arms and brush working together
to reach each corner and crevice.
He’d researched Victorian colors, (more…)
Hearing Dog Language
Sometimes you learn more
by misunderstanding.
Sometimes you learn more
by hearing only a little bit. (more…)
