Great Plains Review

Cover Designer Word

When thinking about the word, “Reverie” and about being in one’s head daydreaming, I was reminded of the hours I used to spend as a young girl looking at the clouds. I’ve always loved cloud watching and how through the power of the imagination I could make shapes and stories out of cumulus…

A Letter from the Editor

Reverie is a state of being pleasantly lost in one’s thoughts — daydreaming. I like to think there are few better ways to express one’s innermost thoughts than through writing. Life–especially for college students–can be overwhelming and chaotic. It is essential to slow down once in a…

Lady-Like

By Sophia Godfrey

I do not permit myself to speak 
On doctrines and dogma 
Upon things of which I must have no knowledge 
For it could not be believed 
That the mouth that was first deceived 
Could be one that speaks truth

Untitled

By Trinity Porter

The warm spring air
lifts my worries
like God’s Promises

A Whimsical Adventure with Sentences

By Philip Starnes

In a small bed at the bottom of the bunk — not a dirty, nasty, wet bed, barring a few accidents, but a bed where stories were told; and that means comfort — there once lived a young boy.

2024 Staff Bios

Morgan Pellegrino is a Business Administration: Marketing major with a minor in Writing & Editing. Her hobbies are playing volleyball and reading. She was looking forward to how submissions interacted with the GPR theme, Reverie, and create thoughtful pieces following it.

Contributor Bios

Acacia Haspels (’23) is a recent graduate from Sterling College. She is currently an art educator with hopes to also coach. She is originally from Kenya, but will remain in Kansas for several years before possibly heading back to teach and coach in Kenya.

2024 Awards

Awarded by the English Department
Explained by Professor Mark Watney

Best Reverie Theme: Never Have I Understood the Feeling by Shaylee Gibbs
We were intrigued by Shaylee’s almost shy confession here of something not quite understood: a stained-glass…

Go Fishing

By Ean Heise

The early morning sun reflects off my sealed eyelids as I sit in the backseat of my dad’s old Subaru…