I will never forget the day of November 21, 2018, a day that forever changed the dynamics of my family. It was the day before Thanksgiving, and I was looking forward to the gathering my family was planning. I recall …
Neverland by Alexa Hoskisson
Father/ I feel your shadow attached to my feet/ but I am no lost boy/ and you don’t have the strength to be mischievous./ Father, I don’t want to forget/ but my memories are clouded by your crooked walk/ I …
The Midnight Bookstore by Juliet Moore
They walk to her shop on starry nights and sometimes through rain or snow. People who like the quiet of an almost empty space with low lighting and long tables and dusty particles that drift through lamplight to settle on …
Who am I? by Carolyn Bates
Who am I? Biologically speaking, a 20 year old female. True, yet that doesn’t feel right. Who am I? Some may say ‘hard worker,’ ‘student,’ ‘associate.’ Is that all I am? Who am I? Maybe it’s how others see me …
Scales, Fails, and Mirrors by Brandon Carver
Being healthy is almost effortless when you’re young and active. As a three-sport athlete in high school, I never even thought about needing to get fit or be in better shape. With the rigorous year-round practices and games that come …
I Felt Like a Failure (A Critical Analysis) by Hanna Slaughter
I Felt Like A Failure: A Critical Analysis of Sarah Hoffmann’s “What the Pandemic Has Done to the Class of 2020” A 2020 graduate Allyson Prater, M.A., explained how her pandemic graduation was “just another Thursday.” When asked how she …
The Student’s Fairytale by Haven Jordan
In the school, the young boy sat— Never knowing where his mind was at— The teacher taught— But it was all for naught— For the little boy whose mind unfocused— Sat thinking of when the end of school would be …
Poison by Jolise Hansen
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 …