May 20, 2019
Filed under Literary Magazine
How do I explain myself to someone I’ve never met?
I could describe my physical appearance -
hair and eyes the color of mud, skin yellow-brown golden.
But I barely know what I look like, and my body is only a shell.
...
March 11, 2019
Isabella Rocha, Contributor
February 4, 2019
Filed under Literary Magazine
I thought you cared about me
As much as I cared about you.
But in a single moment,
That glass was shattered.
A shard in m heart
And one in the back.
Our future was broken
Along with my hope.
What you did...
January 7, 2019
Filed under Literary Magazine
“Congratulations,” they said,
not realizing that your grades
and your GPA
and your class rank
won’t protect you from lying awake in the middle of the night
knowing he was right;
no one will notice if you...
November 26, 2018
Filed under Literary Magazine
Upon Artemis’ approach, Zeus’ head turned to face her. He stayed silent, like a toddler in opposition of their parents. His face remained sour; the look in his eyes empty, dead. Artemis broke through the ambient noise of th...
November 19, 2018
November 5, 2018
Filed under Literary Magazine
Far down the road, beyond Raven’s Stream, just past the brush, was a quaint little cottage, tucked ever so neatly in the trees. Streams of water poured from the roof in an ethereal manner, enforcing emotional transcendence. Such a...
October 1, 2018
Filed under Literary Magazine
And did you hope you could sing it away,
that lonely, aching feeling?
The voice in the back of your brain
whispering that no one loves you
and you’re better off dead?
Did you hope to drown out that voice with your own,
...
September 24, 2018
Ester Goncalves, Contributor
September 17, 2018
Filed under Literary Magazine
Walking the track,
on the sultry sun that does not come
The Breeze interrupted, feet on repeat
Comes back to me
like a sock on the sneaker
like a blush on the shirt--
O Lord, the Devil follows...
and becom...
Mylee Setzer
May 29, 2018
Filed under Literary Magazine
The world would still turn without you.
Is that not an awful truth to accept?
And yet I’ve walked through my whole life a ghost, or so it seems, no footprints,
not a trace.
Nobody was
here
and they’ll lau...
