By Sol Madderom Watch as the big man falls The chipped wooden chair remains in the corner of her bedroom. Across from it there she lay. Always facing the wall, so’s to not face the girls that stay restless hanging on top of it. The man with the cane hangs their mouth open so that the girls know not of what to better but too loose. She brings none of…
by Krishandra Murphy The Forest By: Krishandra Murphy The house was hushed, only the chime fighting against the cold breeze. The living room looks to be small and lively, from a daily life that would be cheerful. The leather chairs crowded the area, displaying different colors laying upon the top, flowers were decorated around the walls with pictures of smiles and laughter, the fireplace on the wall just came to…
by Gus Hudson Vadnais Chapter One I was in darkness, unable to move. My vision came into focus, and all I could see is what I recognized as a head-up display that was faintly glowing. Strange words floated into my vision. I read them. [Name:] [Bubbissh] [Class: Undecided] [Species: Oozefolk] What is this? Why is my name Bubbissh? Questions floated through my unfamiliar head. What is an oozefolk? Was that…
A Poetry Collection by Chris Lopez Henriquez Theme Song The Hanging Tree by James Newton Howard Are you, are you? Coming to this tree, where they’d strung up a man, they say who murdered three. Strange things did happen here, No stranger would it be. If we met, at midnight, in the hanging tree. Are you, are you? Coming to the tree. Where the dead man called out, for his…
Zola Kambandu Schilz Being a child of two races is a struggle in itself. One that society barely recognizes under the never clearing fog of historical and modern day tragedies, the constant evolution of social media and technology, the teens everchanging “ideal image”, and the countless varying focuses of our world today. It’s not like the struggle starts with racism, though sure, it is a contributing factor, but the real…
by Alexia Lindsley Everett did everything before me. Because of it, I was competitive to an unhealthy degree. It didn’t matter, though, because I couldn’t beat Everett at anything. Everett had an immediate, effortless talent in whatever he tried. Everett took his first steps before I did. He spoke his first words before I did. He learned to ride a bike before me, and could ride a bajillion miles faster…
by Leah Maitland Am I alone? Because lately my phone has been drying up, the Cracks in my screen are filling with sand that’s Dropping down to the carpeted floor. Ever been in the desert, deserted with Four messages seen, no response and a Growing brittleness on your lips, nobody saying Here have a sip, some social Interaction will clear that up in a Jiff, for the desert grows with…
by Clare Herriott An unpolished gold church bell rings Within its brick belfry, It is 6p.m. Grasping at the polyester fabric, Fingers gripping on the canary colored coat Throwing it on her shoulders, Rushing toward the door Eager to leave work behind Timid thoughts swarm her mind Will you be at our spot…under the light pole? Biting her lip, Her heart skips a beat. Flinging the doors open Scanning the…
by Nora Maloney “Tallulah! Grandma is here!” my mom called up to my room. Sighing to myself, I clicked off my phone and slid it into the back pocket of my jeans. “Coming!” I shouted back, knowing she probably couldn’t hear me. I stumbled off my bed, grabbed my duffle and backpack, took one last look at my beloved bedroom, and slammed the door behind me. Every step I took…
by Leah Maitland I love my eczema cracked hands Covered in blushing lizard scales My burning lungs From laughing too hard The seasick colors of my iris Fading greens to blues to greys Blotchy cheeks betraying my love I love The acne running down my shoulder blades Gooseflesh prickling sturdy forearms The moles speckling my skin like Stars in the sky Constellations of generation’s Genes passed down to my Body…
