ISSUE 4
When Nature Creeps…
by Ayasha Cantey
Amidst the whispers of the ancient woods, where the deer’s antlers crown the silent king. The noble grace in shadows understood. In nature’s realm, where every song takes wing. The wasps nest hangs, a fortress in the air. A home of buzzing life in a hive’s embrace. While spiders weave…
Oh, To Be a Muse
by Haven Hawkins
Always the hand that writes never the story told
I wonder what it’s like to be someone’s muse. Someone’s reason to breathe, reason to speak, reason to dream. What would it be like to inspire rather than delude?
I’m always the writer never the story…
I’m a Survivor
by Jenna Siuta
Before now, I had never been an independent person. I relied on other people to help get me through my days. Never having a mind of my own.
Before that, I didn’t know if I was going to make it to the next day.
Before that, I met some people…
Pacify Her
by Miriam Da Ponte
It’s been days since the baby cried for his pacifier. He’s a better sleeper now; sign of a healthy boy.
She can’t wait to let the pediatrician know…
A Cup of Hope
by Natalie Suarez
One chilly morning, Emma opened her coffee shop, the warmth inside inviting against the cold outside.
As she brewed coffee, she noticed a shivering old man huddled on the sidewalk. “Here,” she said, handing him a steaming cup…
Embrace of Solitude
by Kristen Giebler
Lila wandered the winding woods, her footsteps gentle on a carpet of fallen leaves.
Autumn wrapped around her like a soft whisper, each vibrant hue a reminder of change, sharing secrets only she could hear…
ISSUE 3
My Skin – By Wren Campise
Where to Gogh from Here – By Bryce Gensinger
ISSUE 2
The Dance Of The Flame
by Ayasha Cantey
Every evening I light a candle, the flame watches me slowly and intently. Its
shadow dances around the room, while I sit encompassed in a book. It watches
as my eyebrows scrunch in confusion and despair. It notices that faint glimmer
in my eyes. It watches me….
How Did We Grow Apart?
by Erin Dunn
Twin pillars sitting on the carpet, backs pressed against beige walls, voices low and tears
suppressed. One begging the other to stay and to speak.
The boy tells the girl of that afternoon when their father took her away for a drive.
When alone, the boy and their mother sink their claws into one another. Brutal verbal
slashes, nothing the girl should have to hear. The boy tells her anyway….
Glowing Tree – Amelia Gaibor
ISSUE 1
