By: Ananya Vats My heartToday me heart feels the size of a garlic podsaturated in its scarlet essencesnuggled safely in soft layersresting from stretchingTOO MUCHToo soonT o o l a r g eToday my heart sleepswith twiddling thumbscontent in raspberry…
By: Adam Katcher The war did not feel moral, the laws did not seem just, the language tasted foreign, and tongues were muted. Everywhere Dylan walked, he knew he was being watched. The lampposts were recording everyone’s each and…
By: Kevin M. Hibshman I was trying to stay awake in order to watch a late night movie. One of the perks that came with Summer vacation was that my parents let me stay up as late as I wanted….
By: Kevin M. Hibshman Growing up in a small town can be boring when you are young. Time seems infinite and even though we treasured our Summer vacations, The thrill would lose effect by mid-July. My sister and I along…
By Mike Hickman Janson rode through the black. His steed, freshly acquired from a sleepy costermonger who’d had the bad fortune of staying the night in the same inn, seemed appreciative of the need for stealth. Either that or it…
By: Robert Mitchell “I want my … I want my MTV,” became the familiar buzz phrase, reused worldwide and brandished across all media like a tidal wave tsunami of conformity. With the Dire Straits, Sting collaboration, Jake’s world of…
By: Strider Marcus Jones MY OLD SOCKS my old sockssheath the feetthat fill my bootsto walk on land. hard hands, sweating like peat,still break rocksin imprisoned heatborn trapped rootsin dynasties of the damned. the faded thread-diminishes in duty until deadwhile famous…
By Harrison Abbott Many people thought Kelvin was an odd child. Not just his family. Lots of people recognised, even when he was a baby, that he was different. The majority never said anything. But they all noticed it. When…
By: Nell Cunningham It was my son David’s five-year-old hand in mine that kept me upright as the two of us walked from our small, ranch-styled house in the middle of the block to the corner, where the school bus…
By: Deeksha Makhija Rain Dear Rain,I see you comingwith magic in your touch,you bring peace amidst noise,beauty amidst chaos,and so much warmthin your cold raindrops I see you healing heartsin seconds,Will you do me a favor then?Hold the hand of…