Nadia Lubrano
- Nov 1, 2017
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It was I who woke up before the harsh sun rose to observe sprawled across my nightstand an unpolished monogrammed gold ring, the chipped...
Aisha Majid
- Nov 1, 2017
Wildflowers in Bloom
This little alley between the weather-worn fence and concrete-blue shingles at the side of the house is guarded by an old wood trellis,...
Henry Alvarado
- Oct 30, 2017
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It was I who got up early in the morning to sit in class 621 and mention with a pen the turquoise colored poster with snow white petaled...
Christopher Bias
- Oct 29, 2017
Wash it Off
Don’t you remember that time you messed up with the girl of your dreams. Or that time you wore that mustard yellow jacket the night of...
Brooke Decker
- Oct 28, 2017
Loss is a Winter Wind
It whips through the quiet home of an unsuspecting family gathering for supper. It blows with an unrelenting speed that lifts and slams...
Natalie Zakrzewski
- Oct 28, 2017
My Forest
I live in an emerald world where summer leaves fall but Christmas trees stand I live behind a bush and I wear an olive dress where I am...