Introduction
The University of Richmond’s student-run literary magazine, The Messenger, annually publishes selections of poetry, prose, and visual art. Undergraduate students are encouraged to submit their work as a first step toward an active publishing career. The editors issue a call for submissions in the fall semester, and writers of work accepted for publication are notified in the spring. The Messenger is published in April.
Current Issue: 2022
The Messenger - 2022
Complete Issue
Artwork
Reaching Out - Cover Art
Pamira Yanar
Shemodgoma
Mako Inasaridze
Multifarious
Katie Hong
Winter Ambers
Mako Inasaridze
The Meadow
Miah Walker
Corrupted Memory
Miah Walker
Colorful Chaos
Miah Walker
Self Portrait in a Strange Mirror
Evelyn Zelmer
happy kingdom
Evelyn Zelmer
maybe, it is a small world
Pamira Yanar
The Early Stages
Riley Fletcher
Fall Integration
Alina Enikeeva
high contrast
Pamira Yanar
Blind Spot
Katie Hong
Strangers/Lovers
Mako Inasaridze
to etherealize
Pamira Yanar
Awards
Fiction
November 13
Meredith Moran
Elbow Road
Jonathan Gandara
What's Cooking?
Ray Barr
The Snowdrops
Anoush Margaryan
The Case of Wellstown
Reid Koutras
Silk Rhodes, “Pains.”
Simone Reid
These Stories Always End in Disaster
Simone Reid
Poetry
At the Mirror
Evelyn Zelmer
A Billboard Proclaims My Eternal Damnation
Maddie Olvey
Cutting Board
Patrick Bottin
Bury Me in Westhampton
Bella Stevens
heaven in front of a firing squad*
Ryan Doherty
The Central Line After 2 AM
Claire Silverman
Writing a Song to the Tune of My Lover’s Breath
Helene Leichter
Four Verses
Mary Margaret Clouse
Wisdom Exalteth Her Children
Claire Silverman
Black-Market Magick
Maddie Olvey
Do you hear them
Rilwan Akinola
Prose
A Letter from the Editors
Ray Barr and Molly Kate Kreider
The Messenger
Spring 2022
- Staff
- Editors-in-Chief
- Associate Editors
- Social Media Chair
- Treasurer
- Art Editors
- Design Editors
- Poetry Editors
- Prose Editors
Reaching In
“Let us labor for an inward stillness — An inward stillness and an inward healing. That perfect silence where the lips and heart Are still, and we no longer entertain Our own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions”