Davis Anderson If I were little, you’d let me lick the spatula. You would embrace me with open arms as I rushed through the door to greet you, Pottery Barn backpack swinging side to side, eyes bright with curiosity and enchantment. You would remind… Continue Reading “Daughter in Waiting”
Ava Kate Wall My happiness exists within the people that lie between reality and fiction. I’ve marveled at them since I was a kid, often wishing to meet them in my dreams. They became a family of fighters, one I’ve always considered my own.… Continue Reading “Longing for People I’ve Yet to Meet”
Ava Kate Wall I wish I had adequate enough words to describe the hole I felt. Maybe you filled it. Maybe you left it bigger than before. . . all I know is that each time your words cross my mind, I feel it… Continue Reading “Infinite Cavern”
Ava Kate Wall I will never understand what I’ve done to deserve the pain I’ve felt, the pain you’ve caused. I’d like to think that I was worth more to you than unsent messages and unspoken words. I molded myself to you in hopes… Continue Reading “The False Mirror You Created”
Ava Kate Wall What is there to say when no one hears? To be heard is to be understood, but I live in a world with deaf ears. No one hears, no one understands. That leaves a lot of silence between me and people.… Continue Reading “Silent Spaces”
Lindsey Carter When I was a kid, I thought it was weird to wash clothes right-side-out. Why would you wash the side of the cloth that doesn’t touch your body? I thought it made much more sense to wash clothes inside-out, So that the… Continue Reading “Inside-Out”
Rachel Mason Overthinking is a delicate, dying artform. Mastery of the arts has become less common in this age of technology. Industrialization and progress be damned; we must revert back to the old days, the better days. The days when no one knew their… Continue Reading “Overthinking”
Lily Tyler August sends another notice to jfoxx77@yahoo.com about an overdue book. This was the third time this month she had to send one to this person about an unreturned copy of To Kill A Mockingbird. Most people feel guilty and return the books… Continue Reading “The Overdue Library Book”
Madison Britt what precedes the fall of a mending heart when will guides to whole an ungrateful truth less darkness in lieu what begins the fall of a healed heart of which touches deep in feverish keep to hold on what’s after the fall… Continue Reading “the fall”
Christina Graham Growing up in Wilmington Delaware I had one neighborhood friend. We should have gotten along well because we were just alike. But like everyone else, I didn’t understand her. She was tall and scary, but she embodied the elegance of no other.… Continue Reading “My Beautiful One Neighborhood Friend”