A disturbance or a commotion. The old man can hear very little these days, but he can hear those damned kids outside causing a ruckus. Do the people living next to the baseball stadium mind the fireworks, exploding in a cacophony of color? The shouts on the street are so loud they can’t possibly ignore the noise. It’s causing all of their heads to turn, staring in amazement, wonder, delight, disgust, and horror; Elvis Presley caused it with a swivel of his hips. It’s civil disobedience, harmless chaos, raising hell—raising a ruckus.
CALLING ALL WRITERS, ARTISTS, PHOTOGRAPHERS, AND MUSICIANS!
Submissions for our fall print edition are now open to Fort Lewis College students, alumni, and faculty! We accept prose, poetry, digital art, photography, music, and anything else your creative minds are working on. To submit, please follow the link below.
Submissions close October 12th at 11:59 PM. From now until then, keep raising a ruckus!
If you have any further questions, email us at flcimages@gmail.com.
Click HERE for the FALL 2022 SUBMISSION PORTAL