Short Story: Full Empty Chairs
by ALYSSA SMITH As sad as it is to admit, I can confidently say that a large majority of my family is either terminally ill, in prison,...
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poem: why read?
by ELLA FRIEDMAN (2018) why read? it’s just paper and ink. the places in the book don't exist. why read? it is so much easier to sit and...
POEM: This Mind of Mine
by EILISH KELLY This mind Of mine There’s nothing It’s static There’s static I’m thinking Oh god I’m sitting I’m staring I’m thinking...
poem: the little things
by ANNA KELLY as a child the meaning of life is fun: tag and scraped knees and laughter and endless summers as a teenager the meaning of...
POEM: The Fabric and the Weaver
by ETHAN GUARDADO Tufts of trees and grass of wool Mountains of curves and corners Silky seas that hint an Earthy, molten core The Weaver...
POEM: S.O.S.
by REBEKAH DAVIDSON We are taught as children To go to a trusted adult When we need help. We follow the guidance Of our parents Like...
POEM: In My Hands
by KALVIN KINGSHILL I have a computer in my hands. Confined in a small innocuous rectangle, it reaches to the far corners of the earth,...
POEM: Idiot Box 2.0
by MELODY BARROWS The touch of a button answers all of life’s wonders. Ever present, a passage taking me away from my troubles, the...
poem: eastern skies
by malia coler i am from the rolling fields, running with my demons. i am from night terrors and booms in the sky. i am from fear and...
POEM: Tiles in the Hall
by ELIZABETH ENDERLE The time has come again To change the tiles in the hall Cracks and spreads between them Grout worn away By the...
POEM: The End of Summer
by ASHLYN BENNER I wandered over grassy hills Searching for some last minute thrills. Before summer came to an end I traveled to the...
POEM: Summer's Eve
by MAGGIE SENTER A summer’s eve not long ago With lots of places for me to go I chose to stay in my own yard And sit back gazing at the...
POEM: Polaroid
by REAGAN MOTSINGER. They say a picture is worth a thousand words And this sentiment is true Each person has a name, a story, a life A...
POEM: Bubble
by ELIZABETH ENDERLE. Bubble I am from a bubble I know what I can see Reflected in the gloss Of a layer of polished silk I know behind...
Open Letter to Freshmen
Dear Freshmen, There are certain things we all wish we knew before we started high school. You probably think you have it all figured out...
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