Father/ I feel your shadow attached to my feet/ but I am no lost boy/ and you don’t have the strength to be mischievous./ Father, I don’t want to forget/ but my memories are clouded by your crooked walk/ I …
The Midnight Bookstore by Juliet Moore
They walk to her shop on starry nights and sometimes through rain or snow. People who like the quiet of an almost empty space with low lighting and long tables and dusty particles that drift through lamplight to settle on …
Who am I? by Carolyn Bates
Who am I? Biologically speaking, a 20 year old female. True, yet that doesn’t feel right. Who am I? Some may say ‘hard worker,’ ‘student,’ ‘associate.’ Is that all I am? Who am I? Maybe it’s how others see me …
Ableness is Close to Godliness by Salem Verrie
It’s eerie. I lay awake at night as the monster rips at my skin. I have to do what everyone else can do despite the monster. Me and the monster are not friends. But, when people poke at the monster …
Like Words Upon Petals by Brynn Greene
Two birds of a feather. Smiling ever so bright, fitting for the god of the sun. He played songs to his lover, Beautiful music on his golden lyre. They shared a bond that rivaled Orpheus and Eurydice. Connected at the …
Meditations on Fall (from a bunch of random books in my room) by Meagan White
the first week of august was motionless and hot when at last— a long caesura fell and at once it was mid-october and that’s when i begged “Let me do the eternal work of Autumn!” and plucked the greenest leaf …
The Hawk and the Rabbit by Marion Scroggins
Fast wings flap skyward The hawk dives for the rabbit Too late, it escapes.
A Dream by T. Jones
A dream. 30 seconds of an 8 hour journey. I blink. Where am I? There is a concrete jungle covered in ferns and vines. A whisper. Calling my name each time I close my eyes. She calls my name. I …
Limbs by Sara Potter
Limbs Out of the skyline they rise. Bare branches like arms reaching out trying to touch limb to limb. Yearning to no longer be bare like the skin on my chest. The wind causes swaying of branches wrapping around each …
Poison by Jolise Hansen
The distribution of foreign anger or vengeance sweeps the grounds of poisoned millennials. As things go, the miniscule amount of two grains of salt can be so boundlessly lethal anymore. Not only the unknown I mourn, while of course they’re …