By: Jacob Mardell I mistook Ibrahim for a calm man, but when he spoke about our imminent doom, his long, sedate face lit up. With the enthusiasm of a village gossip, excitement bristled his features, and with the sincerity of a…
By: Denny E. Marshall Outward Wind Drawn to original candle Flame burnt out long ago Galaxies speed outward Insects in dark gravity wind Between wide arms of black Friends cold and darkness live Lurching in hidden shadows Constant birth of rips…
By: Raymond Greiner Allegany Heights is an affluent bedroom community near Philadelphia. The state of Pennsylvania is a renowned hub of football mania, and many historic great players have emerged from this geographic area. Allegany Heights High School is no exception;…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick There is a hole in his soul Existing at birth, crafted by life Recognizing his difference Remembering the loud noise, all the commotion, the sirens Hiding in a closet with his young brothers Why didn’t he…
By: Chuck Orloski Gloomy and anguished, British Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks looked into mirror and kept repeating to himself, “Fools, fools are scientists who don’t profess love for Israel… and fool, fool is the Pope for his welcoming Stephen Hawking…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Squishing her head between two pillows Blocking both light and sound No tolerance for incessant chattering, the blaring television From her earbuds classical music play Distinct notes louder than she desired, her solitary weapon against the…
By: Oscar Navarro Dear Oscar, Since your father is always with you Appreciation for him you lose Enjoy every last moment You won’t be seeing him much. Leaving Colombia will shatter you You will have to start from scratch No friends,…
By: Clay Marcus Cosue Remember the bully who made fun of you all the misery he gave you I tell you eleven years from now, give him the southpaw You hated those mile runs one shove and he made you eat…
By: Jared Wun I am the excitement felt when watching the clock countdown the final minutes of a school day. The rush of roaring cheers led by the stomps of eager feet, echo throughout the hallway. I am the stratosphere, home…
By: JP Miller The bus ride from downtown San Francisco across the Bay Bridge to Oakland was long and choked with diesel fumes. The sudden stops and starts never bothered me much. I must have nodded out at some point….