By: Brianna Katsuda “This could be it,” Avery proclaimed. “Please stop talking so loud, mom can still hear you,” Anna whispered. “If she doesn’t get better soon, I’m going to pull the plug.” “Can you please keep your voice down? We…

By: Noah Kim “Just wait till you’re older” Is what my mother told me When I begged her for a phon Ever since I was fourteen “You don’t really need it” My four sisters said to me But they were being…

By: Maribel Balaoro “How long did you think I would wait?” Madeline shouts from the car. “Sorry Mady, I forgot something from the apartment.” Suzy said as she opened the trunk and threw in several trash bags. “C’mon! Let’s go, we’re…

By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Where do the woods part, castles touching the sky, Succulent dropes growing pulsed to common lies? When is a kitten sinking, drowning in the river, Watched by a school girl drilled not to save her? How long…

By: KJ Hannah Greenberg In most remote corners, mayhap, where societies cut loose, Sauntering away from municipalities’ dry toast-quaffing Patients, stoned artists suffering alimentary misfortunes, Paid rumors of: plastic pony rape, alopecia, and debt, Circulate ‘round factories, enrich thieves, cure halitosis,…

By Gaither Stewart The last time I saw Algodón was in the instant before the medics pulled the sheet over his face. From my fourth floor balcony across the narrow street, even in the faint late-night illumination, I could perceive…

By: Jerry Vilhotti  Gianni sat in the back of the car totally engulfed by cigar smoke which was coming from his father’s nervous puffing which grew more frantic the closer they were approaching the foothills; the Father swore he could…

By: JD DeHart To take the word and conjure it in mixed media, to take another’s narrative and wrap it in our own metaphor, playing the game of placing or noting emerging codes, to take many paragraphs and truncate them…

By: JD DeHart Now, I’m really not a bad reaper, just happen to be born this way. Imagine me, if you can, pressed from the womb in a dark hood. Some people choose jobs, some jobs… well, they’re compelled by…

By: Abishake Koul  I count the number of flights I have taken this year I don’t post any statuses or spam social media I am not sure what is the break even to gloat about it But I sure feel tired…