Grace Noonan
- Jul 18, 2018
Standing Wave
An endless stretch of sand and dunes glimmer in the afternoon light. The wave's fingers smash and stroke the land in a repeating rhythm....
April Carmine
- Jul 17, 2018
Untitled
Knife in one hand and wound in the other. The self-inflicted pain was all too familiar now. The pattern seemingly unstoppable, like the...
April Carmine
- Jul 12, 2018
Dumping Ground
Here I sit, staring at what once was a perfect garden, lush flowers blooming alongside the flowing greenery in the bright light of the...
Jack Wrobel
- Jul 10, 2018
Moses
The waves washing over me drifting my problems away. The sun scorching my skin burning my inhibitions out. The sand slipping out of my...
April Carmine
- Jul 8, 2018
Grow
The years passed, our lives passed, the teeth of the three little girls who once filled the plot of land with laughter fell out like the...
Camilo Vazquez
- Jul 7, 2018
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She’s like my javascript code. Full of functions, breaks, If statements and for loops. Each function has a purpose splitting up her...