Human Stem Cells: What Does the Future Hold? by Shelby Rock
The line is drawn much more sharply in the sand and this is where the heart of the moral controversy lies.
Immigrant by Jaime Grajeda
They are often called “criminals” or “a threat to society” by mainstream media and politicians. They are misunderstood, looked down upon, and even hated. You’ve seen the word before—immigrant. It is used to describe those who are from unfamiliar places. …
Just Live by Matt Tavernier
Escape. That was the one word that made me get me out of bed each day. The one word I’d whisper into my sleeve as I walked down the school halls, hiding my face in fear of another black eye. The …
Life as Music by Joe Barton
Spirit of Punk I am young, wild, and reckless. I am an anarchist. God save my family from the terrible little boy named Joe. The youngest and only boy of four and the child my parents wanted the most. My …
Lonelymobile (Sort of a Sonnet) by Hunter Hughes
A quarter of your life at the light, Half of mine, waiting for the green Going somewhere, always right, Anywhere isn’t really for me (Most) Every day you shower, Left covered in dirt after I get mine Oh, poor you …
Love’s True Face by Sophia Kalua
Love is like the brutal, merciless sea.It drags you deep down and ignores your plea.It is quite beautiful on the surface,But hides its true dark, hideous face. It has taken and ruined many lives,Downed them, stolen them, while the wind drives.Love …
Loving Ourselves by Kathleen Chavez
Loving yourselfWithout the complimentsWithout the attentionIt’s so hardA lot of times we rely on othersTo make us feel beautifulWhich is so sadBecause there is so much beautyIn loving ourselves
My Backpack by Hunter Hughes
It isn’t my backpack. Not if you go by the label. Still though, Samuel’s undersized camouflaged backpack has served me for years. He took care of it well, and of all the used backpacks only his smelled like books. The …
(#7) Recovery is a Process by Kinsey Wedsworth
When my heart is heavy inside my chest, I don’t know how to make the weight easier to bear. A rock hangs from my throat and pulls my head in a low bow. After I’ve cried out a sea of …
Northern Lights by Angela Fisher
It’s a blueprint diamond skyA night full of piercing, hallowing criesHer breath escapes into the airIt’s dark yet beautiful inside her stareShe walks with skin drenched in mistA poison she exudes inside clenched fistsDivine and sacred is her bleeding heartColors …