By: Pat Doran At the end of every rainbow there is a pot of gold. When I was a child that was the story I was told. A childs wide eyes cannot hide surprise. After every rain shower I would…

By: Israel Sajini Beneath the faces of Jasper lies some rough clay. Inside the darkest coal we find gold refined. Within each stormy phase, lies a sleeping node. Around every peaceful road, We hear chants of warfare. In every broken villa,…