Andresa Hernandez
May 30
Nebula, Your Dying Light
What once was a shining bright star, now a collective grouping of gas and dust. You shined once, and you shine again igniting a supernova...
Makayla Lewis
May 11
Sculpture
I feel museumed, eyes glued to my skin, can’t move, have to stay on my platform. I feel museumed, stuck in the same position, face...
Erika Moreira
May 8
Tree Stump
I remain rooted in place, wanting to be your barrier. Extending my arms into the heavens, in hopes that I can collect the falling stars...
Tyniah Smith
May 8
My Door
A door is still a door. Even when it's open, it beckons with promise of comfort And privacy. Yet it harbors secrets untold. The secrets...
Judy Reilly
May 8
Words are still Words
Words are still Words, whether you say I’m Happy To Be Here, or reassure a crying friend with It’s Okay. When the retail worker tells you...