2025 Community Publication
2025 is here! For this year’s CWC Community Anthology, we’re asking writers, artists, photographers, short filmmakers, and creators working in experimental forms from all backgrounds and experience to respond to this prompt: “What a Time to Be Alive.” Share your reflections on what it means to be human at this moment in time.
This publication is by and for the community. As such, we would like to compile work for this year’s community publication. We need your acts of imagination, experience, and creativity to helps us capture how our communities reflect on the human condition.
We may ask for revisions and edits where relevant. We reserve the right not to publish submissions that fall outside of the scope and intentions for this anthology project.
Submission Deadline : May 19, 2025, at 11:59 p.m.
For more details and where to submit your work please follow the link below:
What a Time to Be Alive: A Community PublicationQuestions?: Contact elisar.soueidi@slcc.edu.
To get you thinking about your submissions, here are a couple of pieces from the 2024 Community Publication.
We Are The Poem
Jessica Nichole Begay
Although I continue the lineage
does not mean the ties to the past should stay intact.
It is now my turn to write history
as it unfolds in real time.
This moment in time has never happened before and may never come again.
Begin again and again
until you get it right.
Consistency to make the future better for all and for one
is what should keep us moving together.
Together as we create something new.
We are the poem,
not the despair that lies within.
Media Res
Nalu Francis
When I move my hand
I tell myself I want to
But when everything we do is god objectified
Translated into thought and perception
This is what we call
Suspensory temptation
It’s why the glint in my chain’s not the same as my pupil
It’s like light’s like a knife to the eye
Welcome to the media res
Welcome to where your body is
Welcome to the place you exist
Welcome to the media res
I laugh at static on TV until I fall asleep
When rest isn’t restful, action inactive,
love’s still so lovely and kisses are sweet
We are monkeys in the snow
Huddled up in forest branches
By midnight at minus-ten, everyone is cold
Welcome to the media res
Welcome to the place you exist
Welcome to where your body is
Welcome to the media res