The sky is grey with rain. You feel a kind of strain. The mind is getting narrow-sighted. Anger can easily be misguided. The usual outlet is to scorn. The family we have known since we were born. Everything seems wrong, …
Accounts Payable by Joanna Southcott
I wouldn’t call myself a poet I wouldn’t call myself a dancer I wouldn’t call myself anything really maybe sad I wish I could write I wish I could pour my heart and turn it into beautiful stories I do …
“The Killing Type” Nereyda Flores
the scene is set with a girl working the front register at a gas station. she does nothing but smile while standing at the front counter. there is no life behind her eyes. it is eerily quiet, only the buzz …
The Way it Speaks, Salem Verrie
My body knows a different language. Not that I can’t understand it, but my surroundings are completely lost. When my body says “sit” and I deny it, it is not shy to pinch me as a punishment. My body doesn’t …
The Nearby Universe Captures the Creativity of PPCC Faculty & Staff
PPCC’s English department professor Brook Bhagat has cultivated a group for all employees of PPCC to write together. The eclectic writers’ group shares stories, writing advice, and support while publishing its most celebrated works online. Visit The Nearby Universe here.
The Light at the End of the Tunnel by Lindsay Smith
As I sat there with my legs trembling, tears running down my face, the dark black circles that emphasized the darkness I felt inside. I was tired, a tired I have never felt before. It was as if no matter …
Parley 2020 Books Now Available!
Parley 2020 has arrived! Pick up your copies in the English Department W119 at Rampart and F200 at Centennial.
Snow Day by Gary Walker
The whicker of wind outsidemy window tells me leavingthe haven of my bedwould be a mistake.No breakfast eatenor new day begun,no matter how deliciousor auspicious,can contend with the lovingpress of a flannel sheetor the promised rushof anesthetic joy.Dreams pull me …
When She Realized the Universe Was on Her Side by Lache S.
“Listen to me,” she whispered, spinning sphereof seas. “We want healing too” (a revelation).Pines meditating, breathing bombs long gone;she, too, could be rooted, accept rain gutteringin veins, metabolize as a Viper’s bowstring,our chlorophyll equally evolved. Why, in Western philosophies,are levels …
George Orwell and Truth for Truth’s Sake by Gary Walker
*This piece was originally published in 2016 on US Represented at www.usrepresented.com and in 2019 at http://www.jg-walker.com/* Sometimes, I ask myself this question: What would George Orwell say if he were alive today? I mean, what would he say other …