By, Mark Kroytor The little bird sings not far nor near so let it be; I’d say, If this should be spring then I may go onto it Moments of...

Photography By Noah Smith

by Jennifer Poroye The seed cannot be the seed forever Even if you wish it so Even if you close your eyes Even if you fold your hands The...

By, Lohith Bollineni Every time I look at her with someone else, I feel like I've been snatched away from my happiness I've told her many...

By Lohith Bollineni "We worry and wonder about the world, while leaving behind people who consider us their world."

Photography By, Emma Warner

By Miriam Chester reflecting means looking at my reflection in the pool of my life i don’t like the person looking back at me reflecting...

By Elisa Rosario The house smelled of chocolate and clean wood when we stepped inside. A strange smell, yet refreshing. I didn’t think...

By Lohith Bollineni She is like a beautiful algorithm. Neither easy nor tough. Just a beautiful, well constructed algorithm. It's mind...

By Julia Colombo Piles of laundry—clean or dirty? Lamp: disconnected from the switch. Makeup scattered on the floor. The unvacuumed...

By Madelyn Crews monotonous repetition, Insanity’s definition just lick three two one more red blue pills choke them down then smoke them...

By Julia Colombo When left alone imagination’s tears betray me. Looming doubts conceived by dread; but can I love him too? And can I shed...

By Mia Altamuro My shadow is dark and heavy, glued to the ground below me like a depressed girl laying in bed staring up at the ceiling...

By Jennifer Poroye A lightning bolt struck this tree Ages ago Its branches withered stretching its limbs in every direction Its swollen...

By Akhila Ganta The moment he said, “I think we should end this,” and walked away, I knew my heart was going to be in a lot of pain, but...

By Mia Altamuro The first time I met someone who didn’t want to kill me, I had thrown my life away and gone into urban wilderness. It was...

by Jennifer Poroye Everyone on our block spent the morning roasting in the hot sun, waiting for Mom to walk down the aisle. At least...

By Lily Sabella “Find Jimmy,” the text read, “He has a dog named Lucifer and he’s an old buddy of mine. He works in town.” I looked up...

By, Julie Marasco There was a time We’d recognize each other by our faces, But when the world divided us Six feet apart Your face became...

By, Emma Zwickel and she is loved, she is loved by the breath that bellows in her chest, tight but warm, rising but suspending like it...