The distribution of foreign anger or vengeance sweeps the grounds of poisoned millennials. As things go, the miniscule amount of two grains of salt can be so boundlessly lethal anymore. Not only the unknown I mourn, while of course they’re …
Nostalgia by Cassidy Monroe
The tattered worn down, gray fabric hung barely by the gaping holes at the top of the seven-foot window. A slit just big enough for rays of the golden shimmering sun to shine through the dark and dingy cave like …
Music Vibes by Sara Potter
I have decided to ride on top of the rhythm of the music that seems to be creating the soundtrack of my life. As the beats assimilate and the treble vibrates, so does the beating of my heart and the …
Hollow Eyes: Victim’s Impact Statement by Nichole R. Newberry
Our eyes are the windows to our souls and our auras are filled with colors that reflect our psyche. Eyes filled with merriment, love, happiness and kindness embrace auras of yellow, red, green, and orange. Eyes filled with anger and …
Finding Chico Suave a Forever Home by Marie Rodriguez Carrillo
One day I received a call from my neighbor Jim; he was upset. He had a family of Mallard baby ducks, and two magpie birds had killed all the siblings but one. I said, “Bring him to me.” He brought …
