Category: Fall 2023
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the guest that will never come
by McKenzie Janisz
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the plunge
by Ashley Martucci the ocean, congested with humans remains a herbivore doesn’t she feel the weight of overpopulation crevassing into her chest stuffed entirely full, another spoonful of fish in your mouth remarkably grotesque. Build me a fire, Mite of the coals! I want to know how to start one without using my hands blue…
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The Spins
by McKenzie Janisz
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The Strange
by McKenzie Janisz An endless sea of doors ahead, condemned to test them all. Knowing the keys I have won’t work, I travel back and forth, and back and forth, wandering wall to wall. My hope wanes and waxes with the moon, a cyclical force of nature. A mockery, a trick, a cheat— my heart…
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the sunrise’s embrace
by Allison Contreras-Ortiz at 5 a.m., i used to rise, each morning to catch the sun’s first light. stepping from my warm embrace of slumber, i’d open my window wide, welcoming the dawn’s pour. in its brilliance, i’d willingly drown. beneath the daylight’s gentle glow, i stood, pondering, “is this how life should be lived?”…
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The World, Again
by McKenzie Janisz
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Thoughts of a Monarch Butterfly
by Elly Raisch When you exist between bluegrass and plexiglass it is hard not to question the fragility of your existence (Flower over there?) I would sooner fall out of the sky dead than see myself pressed between the panes (It is a flower) Forever a display of achievements unknown to me (Time to rest)
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Victorian Heart
By Dana Livelli I don’t want to love anymore I want a cold, black gate Lock me away, wrought iron fate I am not bound to you, These floods deceive When clung to the power of false belief A steel pickaxe charges way through dirt, if cutting up rocks and roots does hurt then whisper,…
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We Are Made of Stardust
by Peyton Bortner I usually hate the feeling of grass tickling my skin, but laying on the ground tonight is nice. I can smell the pine trees standing guard all around me. It reminds me of Christmas, the joy of the holiday, and the promise of miracles, even if it is the middle of June…
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what to expect by age 25
by Devon S Roberts 1. Still, you are the only sober one. 2. You can no longer expect a card in the mail from your mom. 3. Your naivety has stopped growing. It fuses with your breastbone into a vestigial shield. 4. Most of your childhood plans haven’t worked out; you’re not sure if 15-year-old-you…