The Breeze


May 20, 2019

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


January 7, 2019

“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...

The Old Gods are Dead; Ch. 2

November 26, 2018

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


October 1, 2018

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, ...

Hate on the Track — A Poem

Ester Goncalves, Contributor

September 17, 2018

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...

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