Category: Writing
Untainted
Pond Colors – Henry Zhang Hannah Bever The dewy grass is luminous in the new spring sun Bobbing ever so slightly to the ring of distant Wind chimes. As orchestrated, the babbling brook seems to Hum, harmonizing with the lulled hush of the breeze.… Continue Reading “Untainted”
From the Editors 2023
First published in the fall of 1992, The Living Hand was actually the fourth literary magazine in Ravenscroft history. Prior publications include Of Time and Tides (1973), Wax Paradox (from 1974 to 1981), and Mindstage (beginning in 1981) . The Living Hand is presenting… Continue Reading “From the Editors 2023”
Safe Haven in the Treetops
Taking a second to embrace the bright stars and full moon makes us hazy and sleepy
Gymnast
“Just go for it,” they urged, as if hesitation was a crime, as if every moment of pause was taking away my progress.
On the Bluff
The wind tangles unkempt hair around my face and drives goosebumps through my frigid swimsuit, whistling like a wild songbird in my ear
silence.
Arabella Mitchell I am afraid of silence. Not the quiet kind. Not the kind that’s welcoming, Ushering you into tranquility, But the kind that swallows you. The kind that roars like waves, Crashing over you, Again and again I am afraid of silence. The… Continue Reading “silence.”
Growing Pains
Sasha Olander I’m 6 feet in the air, not looking down, a smile plastered on my face. I hear the cheer music blasting clashing with my coach screaming, “You’re hitting!!! Stay up!” Suddenly, I feel my foot start to turn and my body becomes… Continue Reading “Growing Pains”
Ballad of the Bookworm
Shirley Yang She stands by herself, but is never alone, for her mind takes her to faraway places, and between her hands is the key to her home. As she flips through the delicate pages, the girl lives through dozens of lives, meets hundreds… Continue Reading “Ballad of the Bookworm”
Things Left Unsaid
Sasha Olander P, I never wanted you but I always needed you. I never loved you but I always craved you. Your presence never impressed me but your absence pains me. You were never the one but you were always second. JL, Without you,… Continue Reading “Things Left Unsaid”
Forgotten to Remembered
Laurel Carter Laughter and joy once filled the space. It had no clue where this joy came from, why He was always laughing, or why the one that made him smile would always come dancing into the room. The beast would run around on… Continue Reading “Forgotten to Remembered”