By Karen Lee Stradford I’m 16 today.I got a dirt bike.After years of asking, I knew that my parents would finally give in.I can’t wait tocruise.The envy of my friends. First thing I need is to learn to drive.At the…

By Harrison Abbott I’d just finished work for the evening and I walked to the bus stop in an elated mood. I got to the stop and checked the screen for the bus times and my one was due in…

By: Leigh-Anne Burley Don’t Go There A child in the wombhears whispers ofgrievances trapped inclouds of vapor We walk apart withblood splattered facesuse our tonguesas battering rams Behind crooked smileswe shake hands in suretyto pledges disrespected Yellow police tape snakesaround…

By David Conte He arrived at Berlin’s Tegel airport at eleven in the morning on a Saturday. The American Tourist suitcase by his side, the previous year’s Christmas gift from his mother, was bursting at the seams. Standing there, slumped,…

By: Bryce Johle Brother Sores Forget how we ulcered. You used to trail pearled ropepast classroom windows, stitch into microfoam,veined maple mecca. I was a squirrel hopping fenceposts,along a Van’s-trotting hipster, cracking the pearls,harvesting cardigan fruits as if I found…