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, …
Dawn by Ahmed Salih
Old, they said, so you cannot make it through Success is persistence, dreams will be true! Knowledge is power without a limit Secure our future in every minute Nourishes the soul, enhances the mind Great is the feeling to save …
A “Not-So” Dystopian Future by Jordan Phillips
“Hey Siri, how will the implementation of artificial intelligence advance human beings into the next technological revolution?” Hollywood cinema might suggest a horrifying visual of a technology obsessed culture suffering its demise through a robotic uprising. While it makes for …
Return Policy by Adia Reynolds
“I would like to make a return, please.” The employee’s pierced eyebrow rises Marking her disdain “No returns, no refunds, no exceptions.” I squeeze it harder in my hand “I would like to make a return.” Return that which has …
That Tooth by Juliet Moore
She first saw him when they were in elementary school, a scrawny boy with freckles and torn pants and skinned elbows and she decided that she liked his slightly crooked tooth which she hardly ever saw because he was always …
Ray by Sarah Kuhns
I could probably walk there blindfolded for someone who doesn’t have much sense of direction. I can see it now. The tinted barber’s pole sat slightly below the sign outside. Red, white, and blue swirls. The sign either read “Ray’s” …
My First Semester by Juan Johnson
As I step out of my car and look at the college campus, I see a majestic mountain looking down upon me. I think to myself, “Do I have all my equipment to make it to the daunting top?” The …
Fair Mermaid by Lawrence Koebernik
The moon was full and high in the sky that night, giving off a glow of light to the beach. It allowed me to see the board walkway that led nearly to the water’s edge, stopping only a couple yards …
Bad Day by DeAndre Bright
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 …