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Poetry

By: Ethan Goffman The Many Reasons to Kill a Spider After hauling junk out of the shed one sickly sticky sweaty morning, separating it into trash and salvageable goods, scrubbing the filthiest corners, ending up coated in grease and dirt,…

BlogWellness

By: Michelle Kim             “More than 16 million Americans live with a smoking-related disease” (cdc.gov). For many years, smoking has become engraved in our culture. However, over the past several decades, cigarette smoking has declined significantly in the U.S among…

Poetry

By: Mike Zone the true riverdale Archie and Jughead were loversBetty and Veronica?He could never decide“because you really want toand resist the natureof needing to get theminto a three-way.”Mr. Weatherbee salivatedPimping bothArchie and Jugheadoutin draglookingjust likeBetty and Veronaalready pimped outon…

Poetry

By: James Aitchison No man has the rightto limit the beingsaround him.In the same way,the man who seeks toframe the passage of historyfor his own advantagewill fail.Only the wheel is the arbiter,not man.All lives are lived withmeasures of good and…

BlogEssay

By: Ken Poyner COMMODITY Fog is so thick at one end of the bridge, it looks like cars are escaping both into and from it. Fog is apolitical, amoral. Fog itself does not matter, only the purposes it is put…

Poetry

By: Michael C. Seeger GLOW Today I felt gladthe sun rose onour quiet neighborhood.Hummingbirds camevisiting the feedersall filled with nectar,like the wordsyour lips heldand continue to holdfor me. Whatever painI was feelingwas not felt. Bending downin the yardto pull a…

Poetry

By: Sheila Henry I am well, thank youYou asked meHow am I doingIn times when I could not find my wayYou rose beyond the cloudsAnd made yourself into the moonTo give light to my darkened pathYou opened your eyesAnd revealed…

Poetry

By: Cailey Tarriane I had two choices.Hide from the light, transform into the light of my life.Or glow in the darkEmbrace the flaws, pay off my debts to the world. The bone-rattling burden of choosing what is rightwas when one…

Poetry

By: Keith Hoerner $10,000 downGets you inYour choice ofRanch or two-storyIn prestigious Nooning Tree “Is there one, a Nooning Tree?”“Of course,” the saleslady answersLoose strands of hair catchingThe corner of her mouthLike a lie Tempered by talk of traditionShe motions;…

Fiction

By: Harvey Huddleston A combine harvests the field.  It’s a field where something grows, something green and leafy that is consumed by the masses, alfalfa maybe.  But the leaves aren’t separate.  They cling to one another in a green clump…