When feelings misalign, I stand, A stranger in a crowded land. How will I push? How will I be? How will someone truly see me? I just want to go home, not try,Afraid of every glance that slides by. Rejected …
The Girl in the Window by Bailey Garcia
I walked down the sidewalk checking the ground for struggling worms. The rain stopped about an hour ago, I always liked to go and search the sidewalks for worms, hoping to save them before they dried up in the sun. …
Trust Your Intuition by Sarah Wilkins
How does pressure placed on new parents to raise their children with today’s definition of parenting styles undermine a parent’s ability to trust their instincts? Tips and advice can be found easily online for parents. That is not a bad …
Daylight Savings by Morgan Sanders
There’s something to be said about the sunEither blazing or wantingWhen summers arrived, it’s in full effect All I can do is hideShield my eyes from blatant rays, yearn for cooler timesBut when days of red and yellow come to …
Skald by Ravneskalle Sigurd Li Crozier
I’m a Skald, a Warrior-Poet, not to be confused with a Bard. For you see, a Bard is one who tells the stories of another’s tales and triumphs, but me? Oh, glorious gales ye must be kidding? To perpetuate such …
Script by Eros Duchannes
There’s a scene that plays in my mind where I’m walking too fast and you’re not payingattention. The collision knocks me down or maybe it doesn’t but you hold on to me just to besure. Our eyes gleam with remembrance …
Practice Piece 31 by Meghan Lynch
October 27, 1986 The animated warble of the sportscasters’ voice carries through the room, and I’m sitting cross-legged on the floor watching game 7 of the World Series. My little sister Sally is painting her nails in her trademark red, …
Two More Years by Aspen Haase
Two more years Two more summers Two more Christmases Two more years Time is slipping Moments lost Tick tock tick tock Two more years 22 more months 96 more weeks 673 more days 16,140 more hours 968,449 more minutes 58,106,978 …
Clear Water by Clara Bailey
The waves are crashing against us now, love As we stand, feet in the sand, despite our lives Our hands suspended over the water, our names: The knife-blade sun slicing white through the blue The air tastes and whips as …
Love, Grass, and Cat by Khaleigh Reed
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 …