By: Lauren Barclay She kept her hands clean of me, wrapped in latex as she dutifully operated. She separated the now from the then, the here from the there. I wanted nothing in the world as much as I wanted to be close to her. I began to crave the time we had together, drinking… Continue reading “To My Ex (Therapist)”
By: Afton Jagels To my dearest Ex, Die in a pit. Get out of my head. Get out of my mind. You tore me in two - My heart and my head. You can no longer sit there. You are no longer welcome. I am more than what you thought And more than what you… Continue reading “To My Dearest Ex”
to my Grandma, who will always be my favorite Valentine By: Regan Puckett Grandma’s hands are stronger than any rolling pin, pressing the pale dough into a thin layer atop the flour-sprinkled counter. My fingers are too small to make a difference, but she lets me pretend, lets me stand atop a dinner chair to… Continue reading “LOVE, in pink hearts”
By: Riley Nichols It was the first cold of October, a mark in the changing of the seasons. The winds found their way into your bedroom, but the blankets protect your skin. You’re asleep and happy with your body feeling a sense of warmth that is new to you but was pleasant enough to keep… Continue reading “Pleasure and Bliss”
By: Regan Puckett The cold winds do not yet bite, still too weak to shake the trees. Soon, the leaves will begin their haphazard downfall, amber confetti flooding the streets. They’ll fall atop carved pumpkins, around curtain ghosts. You’ll find them in your hair, on the bottoms of your shoes, you’ll mark the weeks with… Continue reading “Autumn’s First Breath”
By: Claire Utley As the artist works, he exhales a crisp, unbothered wind and leaves trails of richly colored leaves behind him. The earthy-green countryside is replaced with the pallet of autumn as he mixes his hues. Instead of painting tropical pool parties and icy popsicles, the artist turns his attention to laughter filled hayrides… Continue reading “An Artist at Work”
By: Dre Hill The sleepy town of Hollow Grove was wide awake on this night. Shrieks, cowls, and unearthly sounds pierce the air like sharpened daggers. Fires rage, beautiful and illuminating, while all consuming. The three young women stand in the epicenter of the chaos. Specters swoop down from the sky. Corpses murmur and shuffle.… Continue reading “Hex Girls”
By Jacob Romero The sound of birds envelop the air as wind rustles feathers Flowers bud, enthralled with new found warm The drip of morning dew glistens on fresh grass Winter has come and gone Taking with it the silver bleakness it so closely held With fervent showers and a brighter sun A land now… Continue reading “Spring’s Grin”
By: Afton Jagels Silver droplets dripping downFrom the sky to the ground Gray above and gray below Down the silver raindrops flow The sky is leakingBut the storm is fleeting Grinning as tears wet my face Flawed feathers floating round Heavy resting on the ground Weight within and wait without A dream that I begin… Continue reading “Continuity”
BY REGAN PUCKETT the women of the water are angels,with scaled skin instead of feathered wings. in their hair, they wear crowns of shells and starfish, and from their mouths drip joyous melodies. the angels of the sea admire the men of the land. they want the men more than they want themselves, and so… Continue reading “siren song.”
