Vanishing Point
I stare at the old picture, reminiscing about the past. My art teacher's words jumble and melt into the background.
Brianna White
Sep 24, 2020
The Cuddler
For $250.00 an hour I can be a home. I literally get paid to give long-lasting hugs. Nothing risque or sexual, I just try to fill a void...
Madison Fulcher
Sep 2, 2020
Broccoli and Ego
I skipped down the stairs hurriedly to meet my parents at the dinner table on our backyard porch. Rounding the glass circle-on-legs...
Rena Shapiro
Aug 29, 2020
The Candle
I always knew my days were numbered. I never realized how few there were. I used to live my life peacefully, nothing more than a tabletop...
Gretel Huber
Aug 21, 2020
DNE
As I sit in calculus, I read the note he left in my car for the hundredth time: I’m so sorry I cheated on you. Forgive me?
Chloe Murphy
Aug 15, 2020
Untitled
I “If you can guess what I have in my pocket, you can have it,” taunted Nootiakok as he prodded Nanurjuk’s upper back with a bony...
Lauren Gotard
May 13, 2020
Memorial in Spring
April flies in each year with a cape of marbled pink and white on its shoulders. The outstretched limbs of magnolia and cherry blossom...
Rena Shapiro
Apr 23, 2020
Lonely Respite
Upon cracked, tectonic earth, a row boat sits on a ledge of sand, still unclaimed. Brackish barnacles line the boat in constellational...
Lauren Gotard
Apr 15, 2020
Grandma’s Bicycle
She simply picked it up out of boredom— its rust-kissed frame, deflated tires, and that chain that made it sound like an orphaned bird...
Madison Fulcher
Apr 1, 2020
Pedestrians
My boots slosh in the mixture of sand in the snow as I rounded the first intersection on my way home. The Sun is going down earlier now,...
Billy Collins
Feb 20, 2020





