A tingly feeling as the rough grass brushes against my arm, and my fingers seem to easily run between the greenery sprouting from earth. What is Earth? She’s a birth, a big ball waiting to be molded, not shy to …
The Dangers of Tradition by Juan Francisco Salazar
In Ecuador, the country where I come from, there is a New Year tradition called “Quema del Año Viejo” which means burning the old year. This tradition consists of collectively making a mannequin doll, and everyone does them at the …
My Lips Are Sewn Shut by Isolde Flynn
All my life I have struggled with laying my soul Bare via the words that fall from my mouth. Whether I was Crying out for help, or expressing my own anger, I always choked. Dying for someone to listen to …
Silent Resilience by Nick Drohan
Amidst the hum of passing cars, a figure stands alone at the traffic light on the highway off-ramp: a poignant silhouette against the urban backdrop. Clad in weathered layers that mirror the toll of time, the homeless individual embodies a …
Shadowdancer by Loralei Penumbra
You could not have known how the moonlight lit your hair. You could not have seen the hope in your defiant glare. I wish you would have listened, to the voice you heard below – telling you it shimmered, like …
Spring by Lauren Aoki
I will meet you in spring, Where the grass grows and the wind howls, Where the ice fades and the blossoms twist into blooms, Where the cats roam and the birds sing, A gentle melody strummed across the yellow sky, …
SOUL by Juliet Moore
climb inside my soul use the crack that appeared when I discovered that leaders don’t lead the way they once did use the hole that formed when I realized that kindness is not as common as it once was use …
Becoming a man by DeAndre Bright
Few examples remain today. Most great men have been led astray. What is new? Greatness must rise from the dirt. Righteousness remains in the heart of the hurt. A man must suffer to eat. Any other way leads to defeat. …
My ocean by Olivia Stevens
That it was midsummer and i saw you & (it should’ve been nothing but) it was a rainy evening in june & the ocean is falling from the sky That i’m pulled apart by the tide, left untied in the …
You Should Have Asked… by Shannon Schumm
While chopping tomatoes next to a gently boiling pot of pasta, Sarah, still in her work clothes, navigates the following from her family: “Mom, have you seen my baseball pants?” (In the dryer). “Babe…are we out of mustard, I don’t …