FALL
(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…
SPRING
(ISSUE 3)
My Skin
By Wren Campise
My skin is so pale that it’s see-through, a translucent curtain.
The people observe my bones, how they clank and crackle and pop. They look at them like they want them to break and snap like the raw carrots they ate as a child. Breaking those carrots makes them manageable. If they finish them off, they get to relish in a sweet dessert…
Where to Gogh from Here
By Bryce Gensinger
I envision the blank pale black sky lit up with the dancing of thousands of…No that’s
not right. In the dark abyss of unknowing that is our heavens there are twinkles of millions…
No, something is off about this. Why can’t I think straight? Is it because my face is
unbalanced and is messing with my train of thought? Not possible! Maybe I should take the
other side to even the symmetry. However I can’t leave the light of sound behind me for then my closest beings would depart…
