Parley: Literary & Visual Arts – SITREP: Military Literary & Visual Arts – PPSC News: Link to The Paper
About: Parley is Pikes Peak Community College’s literary and arts journal. We feature academic and creative works from the PPCC student body and the Colorado Springs and Denver communities, publishing online and in-print. We are still accepting submissions to be …
Her eyes bulge out of their sockets. She’s breathing heavily through her nose because her jaw is clenched tight. That vein in her forehead is even going again. Thump, thump, thump, it pulses. She can’t seem to find the words …
Gathering on the edge of winter’s freeze,meeting family and friends at Applebee’s.Blessed for jobs even if we are displeased,eating around the table at Black-eye Peas.May we be generous and kind all throughout, thankful for our health as we scarf down at …
Hours crawled along while my bones grew brittle and stiffOnly the muffled frostiness of the concrete beneath my blanket kept my eyes awareMusty clothes and scents of wet dog floated up my nostrils and invaded my lungsEveryday seemed the same …
She whisperedAnd they traveled softlyLike the wild windsTickling my earsDancing with my hairSwaying me Like the tall wild grassIn which we satShe placed her palmOn mineAnd twisted her fingersInto mineAnd she squeezed And I felt The blood in her veinsThe sunshine in her …
Stacy lounges on her worn couch enjoying a well-deserved glass of red wine. Bare feet rest atop the coffee table as she clicks through the channels, only half paying attention. She swirls the glass in her hand, taking in the …
The cursor blinked at him from the blank page. Blink, blink, blink. He couldn’t focus. His fist supported his head as he stared and a yawn forced its way into the world. His hand instinctively met his mouth to cover …
The ink starts to run off the page as she runs through my mind. The past seems like yesterday and I still can taste her on my tongue. Black lipstick, pin-up hips, and smoky fuck-me eyes, my Goddess had me …
When one partner in a marriage is an alcoholic it changes the dynamics of how the marriage works. When we first started dating, I didn’t see the warning signs of him turning into an alcoholic. Call it love, call it …
I was woken up abruptly, “It’s time!” As we rushed out the door, I noticed how warm it was; the last few days had been cold and windy. It even snowed, which wasn’t typical for Virginia Beach; however, not this …