By: Macy de Champlain We aren’t supposed to be here. We walk into the darkness, leaving the last remnants of light behind us. My Michael strips down, everything but the socks and shoes. I do too, because I do whatever my Michael…
By: Jordan Zuniga The mustering of the forces, the gathering of strength,The call to arms upon the realm of France, increase the territories length!The kneeling for the honor, the placing of the crown,The swiping of the treasure and the mocking…
By: Nina Adel At the end of the long stretch of dollar stores, blocks of restaurants offering licuados and tortas de asada and pan dulce, there is an inland sea. A half-neighborhood before this great quantity of open water, Belvidere…
By: John F Zurn After years of traveling throughout his world, Uriel felt weary and disappointed. Despite all his remarkable adventures, he still remained alone and lacked satisfactory answers for his life and for his dilemma with relationships. Uriel eventually…
By: Clay Hunt Maxine slammed her black backpack on my desk. She was a fan of horror and spooky movies. Her long black hair was glued to her puffier-than-normal cheeks. I never cried during these times. I felt like there…
By: Emily Pain PainBurningAll overI am ironBeing smeltedBecoming strong and beautifulUnlike the rock I came fromAll because of the pain ### Lifeless Dead rosesWilted violetsDeceased daisiesLifeless flowersIs what makes up my gardenRotting nowMaggot foodGiving birth to new lifeThis is my…
By: Alex Andy Phuong Inspect introspectionLook into oneselfSee what lurks beneathBequeath an enduring legacyUpon an ever-changing worldFor even as time passes byPeople can still defy the skyAnd never need an alibiFor being whom they truly areFor everyone really is a…
By: John Grey I’LL HEAD HOME SOON BUT NOT YET Near dusk,shadows roll across the lake,but I refuse to give my bodyback to bone and muscle,not now when I float amid sun-sparkles,ripple the waters with my fingers,almost trap tiny slithering…
By: Selina Whiteley Tears of the Ariege, July 2012 The irradiated and toxic sun shinesagainst the agillate gulley, the discontinuous strata,like those misquoted, askew lines when you tryto quote Baudelaire. Gadolinium and radioisotopesglint on shale, like angry words in a…
By Robert Feinstein It wasthe last night of the seventh grade basketball tournament and Harry Levine still hadn’t been given a chance to play in it. Oh, he was on the class team all right. It was a rule that…