Sean Williams
- Nov 15, 2017
Step And Throw
Not like that, Dad said. You’re stepping with the wrong foot. You’re throwing with the wrong hand. You’re holding the ball incorrectly....
Aiden Smyth
- Nov 15, 2017
Overtaking
There he is, in my sights, slowing down with every step. His form is deteriorating as lactic acid metabolizes in his legs, acting as...
Olivia Biederman
- Nov 13, 2017
Stars
I love the dark I love how it unravels the moon, which still shines despite the sun’s absence I love opening my window and hearing the...
Desirée Chouinard
- Nov 13, 2017
Window
My grandmother always told my sister charming tales of love in a Shakespearean manor. I overheard her from my bedroom upstairs where I...
Desirée Chouinard
- Nov 13, 2017
Holes of Black
The Sky, after the sun sets. The Subaru’s interior, and dirty tires. The still movement of shadows. A shark in the Pacific, while you’re...
Correy Pearlman
- Nov 10, 2017
Joy
Joy is an empty seat next to you on an airplane. It shines and glimmers with the glare of the sun the smooth leather would be foolish to...