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POEM: Finally Freed
by JOSEPH WOLFE - Feb. 2, 2019 When I had first begun, The Monster Trap was number one. After years of picture books, I became bored....

POEM: Jacob
by CHANDLAR WILLIAMS - Feb. 2, 2019 Missing you has been the worst part. Not being able to see you has crushed my heart. Did you know...

POEM: Morning's Abolitionists
by ETHAN GUARDADO - Feb. 2, 2019 Long before the sun gives rise Long before our windows shine Long before we awaken our waking eyes...

POEM: Spectator
by GAVIN CLINKENBEARD - Feb. 2, 2019 Thank goodness my window never forgets, So that I never have to remember. I visited the Eiffel Tower...

POEM: To Life
by KATHRYN MICK - Feb. 2, 2019 it’s a tuesday night and i’m lying on the floor of my bedroom, thinking about what gives Life meaning me,...

POEM: At Asa Bales' Grave
by Madison Carr - Feb. 2, 2019 Pressing open a fresh fallen black walnut with my heel unfolding its green flesh pale gummy gel the sound...

POEM: 000-00-0000
by EMELY PEREGRINA - Feb. 2, 2019 Though we yearn to be significant, the world is quick to disagree. It starts the moment we are born:...


Short Story: This Mystery Man
by ELLA FRIEDMAN - Feb. 2, 2019 I met him on the subway. He scared me, if I’m being totally honest. When I first saw him, my immediate...


Short Story: “Memento Amare” (Remember to Love)
by HANNAH GOERGENS - Feb. 2, 2019 Allie’s eyes slid across the road, slipping around the parking lot as they scanned for the RV. She knew...


Short Story: Stuffing, Gratitude, and Imprints
by GRACE MCCLELLAND It is that time of year again, time to make my great-great grandfather’s turkey stuffing. My mom grabs the framed...


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,...

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...
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