By: Arina Yu There is a fish that is always behind trying to catch up to the others like Nemo. Although the fish swims, the fish eats, and the fish simply lives, its happiness is a crumbling cookie. The fish’s face…

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Ocean roars Eyes envision midnight blue, turquoise, teal, bronzed green Not simply one, all precise Tunnel vision, limited vision Black and white Closed minds remain Hands intertwined; caramel and ivory Stares Why must they gawk? Grey…

By: JD DeHart Pelican mouths carrying whatever pelicans carry, perhaps microscopic fishes, floating in the air just beyond the dock Life keeps going carrying shopping bags into a set of sleepy mobile homes an orange tree offers no shadow Mad…

By: JD DeHart Behind dark glasses, with a derivative haircut, slicked back like a government agent on a Saturday morning cartoon, he looks ready to made a deal, smoothing out the jagged edges of bartering. Maybe a novice negotiator, maybe…

By: JD DeHart Of course, there is probably no way to really prepare. A string can be tied around the finger only so many times. I could run one hundred images, scenarios through my mind. The script gets old, tattered,…

By: Arushi Singh Tell me the price Of college girl stereotypes And the blazing Hippy hopeful blonde eyes Spiirits of intoxicating Spirits with cigarettes Tipped on cracked glass Rum and gin With a dash of Hope and flying Dolphins In mother’s…

By: Russ Bickerstaff We were all lost. I don’t know exactly when it was that I first made the realization, but we were definitely lost. There really was no getting around it. We were lost and things were starting to…

By: Genelle Chaconas  The broad stripe across your thighs is met with another. Then another. It is not the house you live in. Nor any shape you can imagine. Wide as the underside of a belt. Where he massaged his wrist…