FALL
(ISSUE 2)
What Is My Superpower?
By Sara Anastasi
I am a perfectionist. I set an example of responsibility, independence, and ambition. In short, being the big sister essentially means I’m a complete nutcase. I’m anxious, I’m scared to fail. I was the self-sufficient, unproblematic child. I needed to be. In a household where two-thirds of the children are intellectually disabled, that other one-third child must be the
buffer; an invisible shield, a third parent…
Chess –Melissa Tagliarini
The Day Aina Changed
By Jenna Barbato
I grew up living in Honolulu. I walked on those beaches as I took my first steps. My Tutu Wahine squeezed my hand as I stumbled to the shoreline. Seventeen years later, the beach still feels the same. Same sand, same people, and the same town. Everything in this little town has stayed consistent, except for the waves. As I grew older, the waves got bigger. I went from jumping over the little waves that crash at the shore to swimming out on my board to catch the big ones before a storm…
Sunset – Camryn Mills
Please Respond
By Miriam Da Ponte
A friend of mine once confessed to me, “I’m not saying I’m going to drive my car into a post
myself, one of these days. But if I did get into a car accident and don’t make it? I’d be happy to
go, that’s for sure.”
Sometimes I think of when I was ten years old…
Kayce Lewandowski
A Puzzle Deprived Of Its Last Piece
By Kacey Veiking
The future is a daunting unknown. We spend the early part of our lives collecting the pieces of our puzzle; this puzzle contains a combination of aspirations we have achieved and failures that may have occurred in doing so. What happens when a piece of that puzzle you have been holding so dearly disappears in an instant?…
SPRING
(ISSUE 1)
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By Kelsey Donnelly
The smell hits you before you’ve crossed any real borders. In the spring and summer, it is impossible to ignore the sweet breeze carried off the freshly plowed, mowed, and rolled fields that drift into your car vents. You can’t help but shut your eyes and float for a moment, …
Summer’s End
By Kelsey Donnelly
Thirteen-year-old me is not going to look up from her book when you speak to her. She’s not going to do more than glance to the side of you, a finger pressed to her page and her eyes straying back to the paragraph at hand. If you address her directly, …
The Throat of The Storm
By Emily Callahan
Three years had swept by and with every passing, I found myself slowly withering away, morphing into some wobbly, crooked, configuration. I had become friends with the suffocating compression and its cyclical nature. I listened for the wind of its storm, waiting for it to cue my usual regiment; canceling …
Strawberry Colored Glasses
By Hailey Pinto
If a liquid stream of strawberry decadence spewed from the nozzle of an aluminum keg, my dad would be mouth open under the spout. There’s no flavor in this world that could satisfy his lust for “something sweet” as much as sips of confectioned berries do. Brown paper bagged secrets, …
