Category: Spring ’25 (vol.XXXIII)
What We Leave Unsaid
Neon – Samantha Brock What We Leave Unsaid Benya Wilfret Claire hated being noticed. It unraveled her, like a stray thread tugged free from a carefully stitched seam. But the man watching her wasn’t just anyone. His gaze pinned her to the polished barstool,… Continue Reading “What We Leave Unsaid”
Hymn Sung Backward
Look Down – Sophia Quezada Benya Wilfret The board, pristine—a hymn of symmetry.Light holds its place,silence hums,time’s breath shallowin black and white.The pieces sleep:the knight, curved in defiance;the queen, poised with restless power,her reach tethered by geometry;the king, fragile as glass,yet bearing quiet gravity.Each… Continue Reading “Hymn Sung Backward”
Her Hands
Fern-Wrapped Wonder – Michai Sanders Her Hands Caleb Finley My hands bear a history of calluses. Before I was born, They were scarred— Pricked by the stem, Hardened by the roots, Cracked by the whip, Dried by the relentless sun. Darker they became, Thicker… Continue Reading “Her Hands”
Opposites
Pretty in Pink – Hannah Mason Opposites Mo Zheng It’s funny, how it seems, That everything has a pair. How we pray for happiness, When it’s already there. How can we see, Without first closing our eyes? How can we learn, If failure doesn’t… Continue Reading “Opposites”
Sculpted by the Algorithm
Into the Realm – Cashier Brooks Sculpted by the Algorithm Benya Wilfret It began, as many crises do, with a seemingly harmless decision. I was procrastinating on a Sunday night, the kind of procrastination that convinces you watching something mildly educational is technically productive.… Continue Reading “Sculpted by the Algorithm”
In Absence
Sunset Tsunami – Issac Freeman In Absence Ethan MacLaren Sea, Swallow Me. — Elizabeth Fraser (Cocteau Twins & Harold Budd) My last memory before dying was escaping the wretched walls of my asylum. My life ended about a week ago– or at least that’s… Continue Reading “In Absence”
Gaia’s Final Plea
Serengeti – Nick DeGiacinto Gaia’s Final Plea Grace Garney When we were first born, We worshipped the ground Gaia walked on. In return, she sheltered us from the cold, Holding us tight to her core. We were the youngest of three: The sky, Ouranos,… Continue Reading “Gaia’s Final Plea”
Why Write?
Blue Memories – Josue Aparicio Castillo Bryce Augusti You have only yourself to blame—I wasn’t the one who began reading this with hopes I might be motivated—that I might know why I write, who I write for, or why this horrific gift has cursed… Continue Reading “Why Write?”
Moose
Sunburst Energy – Emma Hessler Moose Shivan Chhabra A moose strolls, Its heavy antlers weight it down Through the morning dew Footprints digging into the ground leaving a mark The wind blows dust to cover them A low song hums from the river, However,… Continue Reading “Moose”