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One Twenty One is a new online journal of Literature and Art here at Virginia State University, and we have done remarkable things this...

By Anjl Powell Winner, 2021 VSU Art + Poetry Contest After Wislawa Szymborska I prefer feelings I prefer love letters I prefer the...

By Talya Johnson Winner, 2021 VSU Art + Poetry Contest I miss our late-night breakfast spots; we were always the last ones left. Scoping...

By Talya Johnson Winner, 2021 VSU Art + Poetry Contest A small city girl needs a new adventure of wonder and freedom to embark on to...

By Angel Gaither Winner, 2021 VSU Art + Poetry Contest When I look into your eyes I see love I see the underline of lust as well When I...

By Ja'el Bryant WInner, 2021 VSU Art + Poetry Contest The broken boy Met the open-minded, optimistic, helpless romantic She would stare...

By Kayla Disasi Winner, 2021 VSU Art + Poetry Contest There lies my heart outside my chest. There lies my savior. The 2 pain killers in...

By BJ Winston Why is it so hard for people to be themselves? Why is it easier to be someone else? Is it that you are genuinely infatuated...

By Jovan Cole "I would love for The People to receive this video and hope that they can do something like this to express how they're...

By Ja'el Bryant Winner, Critical Essay, 2021 VSU Student Writing Contest “I feel it after midnight. A feeling that you can’t fight. My...

By Toniraye Moss Creative Nonfiction Winner, 2021 VSU Student Writing Contest She was a flying fist of fury hurling hate, that faint...

By TiShay Ferrell Short Fiction Winner, 2021 VSU Student Writing Contest It’s tug of war between my sweet tooth and I sometimes. Most of...

By Sherena Willford [TW// Mentions of being su*c*dal, r*pe, and depression] The Northmen are all standing and sitting together in the...

By Aerin Cuff Hero and Villain. Villain wants power and loves destruction. Hero wants peace and loves tranquility. Hero and Villain...

By Desiree Carrizosa [TW// SA, r*pe] The mud beneath her feet squished between her toes. Her chanclas stuck to the mud like suction cups...

By Chidubem Ntiwunka-Ifeanyi The clouds had turned dark as they always did before the downpour came down, slowly shadowing the three...

By Talya Johnson I can’t find the words that won’t escape my lips to reach paper. Setting up equipment feels unreal, even creating...

By Desiree Carrizosa Dad’s shouts bounced off the walls, we hid under our beds because a real monster roamed our home. His cool shoes and...

By Tishina Honeyblue Poetry Winner, 2021 VSU Student Writing Contest She left little licks of love In the ditch where they made poison...

By Sherena Willford The air has different smells. Sometimes it smells sweet. Sometimes it’s pungent. Sometimes it’s clean. There are so...