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 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: Regan Puckett I still remember that night. It’s been weeks, but it lingers in my mind like a ghost, haunting me every time she loosens her grip when we hold hands, or turns her body away from mine in our bed at night. I’d been blind for months about what was truly happening between… Continue reading “Romance.”
