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Life Store
Ink-bound – Damien Luciano Life Store Vish Ragav The coffee shop sits on a silent lane, Where curious minds walk from rain. Not just for coffee, but to learn more, while enjoying drinks, in a space of galore. The door swings fast, then lets… Continue Reading “Life Store”
Writing a Rondel is Hard
Rosé – Caroline Thompson Writing a Rondel is Hard Kingston Adams Writing a rondel is so hard.I do not want to write this piece,My writing skills will not increase,I have no plan to be a bard.This assignment caught me off guard.It is like food… Continue Reading “Writing a Rondel is Hard”
Controlled Skies
Red-tailed Hawk – Grant Weaver Controlled Skies Alex Orndorff I wake up to two large, bright blue eyes staring me right in the face. “Dang it, wake up, Jay, come on, we gotta go,” says the 7-year-old kid named George, yelling at me while… Continue Reading “Controlled Skies”
Peach State Summer
A Pollinator’s Pause – Tanner Bradford Peach State Summer Asa Turner When it’s a sunny day On a southern farmland the animals are Roaring in joy and Loving the Delight of life. Pigs are squealing as they aggressively Eat their meal to start A… Continue Reading “Peach State Summer”
Music and Audio – Spring 2026
Blowin’ in the Wind – Bella Weeks Tom Maekawa – Monitor Lizard Graham Sundstrom – Broken Bard’s Ballad Untitled – Toby Brown
The Dividing Tree
Architecture of a Leaf – Lilly Ramsey The Dividing Tree James Shulze Over Yonder says the man Land stretches as cattle herds The vast plots have been full of crops for ages Rich soil thrives with nutrients The wind blows a certain gust The… Continue Reading “The Dividing Tree”
The Weight of Silence
Colorfall – Avery Pellicciotti The Weight of Silence Anja Seyler The pen clicks again. I stop, but only for a second. Then I click it again. The sound feels too loud in this silent room. The girl across from me looks at my hand,… Continue Reading “The Weight of Silence”
Markers of Memory
It has been six years since I last followed this uneven trail along the icy edges of Lake Superior, brushing my fingers against the birch trees with their curling strips of bark. The ground is still slick in places, though I walk it more steadily now.