Spring Crush (Poem)

Oliver Robbins   Heat clings to my jacket, Its touch running down my neck. Kissing the back of my neck— I feel it. Rapid heart beats As sunflowers and sundresses walk by. Red lip stick, smeared at the corners. Clicking heels on pavement. I feel it. A hopeful glance? A whirlwind romance like the television…

From a Seed The Steam did Sprout (Poem)

Courtney Hall   From a seed the steam did sprout Oh what a mess did that flower grow Like a tease it did bud- a delicate rose that danced along the green.   How it thirsts for Heaven’s reach However, the goddess of night preyed and pulled Leaving it only to crawl out of the…

See You Later (Poem)

See You Later Daphne C. Torres I’m grateful I was your daughter I’ve come to love you so I can’t believe you’re gone now I hate to be alone. You’ve watched me learn and grow and live from day to day. I hope all the things we’ve done will forever stay. So I use happy…

Act of Random Kindness (Essay)

Zelda Elisco I believe that a smile is priceless. I believe that a smile can help someone. When I was little, I had no sense of boundaries, like any other child. I would waltz my way up to strangers and introduce myself, or ask them how their day was. I was fearless. Then, as I…

Light of the Eyelid (Poem)

Oliver Robbins   My eyes kept shut to keep the light out. I wish I could turn away, Hiding under the blankets, as you checkout— Leaving your mark on our day.   The shapes and small flickers of light Masquerading through my imagination projected on my eyelids. Veins, taught with blood, racking my mind regretting…

Dear Writer

Hannah Miller This is to all the writers who hate their own work, the sound of their own voice. This is to the writers who live with a goblin in their heads that only condescends and compares. Often times people like us, when asked to share our work, quickly add a disclaimer. “I wrote it…

Big Post of Prompts

Tell a story, with the beginning line “It was the perfect lift-off” Write a story about the house on Maple Street. Start a story with the line “There’s no other witnesses, just us two.” Include this line in a story: “Then the clouds opened and alight shone down on that exact spot” Design and describe…

The Green Seat (Poem)

The Green Seat Oliver Robbins   Past the tavern with lobster like tourists, Past the steel drums hyping the vats of coconut oil frying shrimp, The azure sea gently flows past the dock. Neon green threads of algae sway in the ocean’s tidal dance. The mangroves hiding their barracuda fry. Squid at the dark corners…

Angel of Clockwork (Poem)

Angel of Clockwork Oliver Robbins   Time, Flowing in fluid grains Thick like a muddy childhood Or nostalgia. Fleshless hands Pose, stop, repeat. Brilliant sapphires, luminous stare— Breaking the aged sunbeam And dust. Hundreds of teeth chatter and clink, Spring wind spiraling into infinity. Ceaseless Ker-chuk, ker-chuk, Rattles a green copper frame. Gears enough to…

Modeling (Poem)

Modeling Scott Miller   Beauty is truth, truth beauty—that is all Ye need to know on earth, and all ye need to know. [Keats]   I am painting Gandalf, I think. This old man— long beard, paunchy belly, drooping skin— models for us artists in this life drawing class. Drawing life, models model, painters paint,…