When feelings misalign, I stand, A stranger in a crowded land. How will I push? How will I be? How will someone truly see me? I just want to go home, not try,Afraid of every glance that slides by. Rejected …
The Girl in the Window by Bailey Garcia
I walked down the sidewalk checking the ground for struggling worms. The rain stopped about an hour ago, I always liked to go and search the sidewalks for worms, hoping to save them before they dried up in the sun. …
Trust Your Intuition by Sarah Wilkins
How does pressure placed on new parents to raise their children with today’s definition of parenting styles undermine a parent’s ability to trust their instincts? Tips and advice can be found easily online for parents. That is not a bad …
SOUL by Juliet Moore
climb inside my soul use the crack that appeared when I discovered that leaders don’t lead the way they once did use the hole that formed when I realized that kindness is not as common as it once was use …
Becoming a man by DeAndre Bright
Few examples remain today. Most great men have been led astray. What is new? Greatness must rise from the dirt. Righteousness remains in the heart of the hurt. A man must suffer to eat. Any other way leads to defeat. …
My ocean by Olivia Stevens
That it was midsummer and i saw you & (it should’ve been nothing but) it was a rainy evening in june & the ocean is falling from the sky That i’m pulled apart by the tide, left untied in the …
You Should Have Asked… by Shannon Schumm
While chopping tomatoes next to a gently boiling pot of pasta, Sarah, still in her work clothes, navigates the following from her family: “Mom, have you seen my baseball pants?” (In the dryer). “Babe…are we out of mustard, I don’t …
Our Final Goodbyes by Patricia Hansen
I will never forget the day of November 21, 2018, a day that forever changed the dynamics of my family. It was the day before Thanksgiving, and I was looking forward to the gathering my family was planning. I recall …
Neverland by Alexa Hoskisson
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 …