Arts, In Print, Poetry I Went to the Sun Once Rufus woke up and something was very wrong He could feel it in his bone, still wet yet somehow smoking in his mouth. He thought, gosh how long have... Shawnda MouffetteArts Mar 23, 2020
Arts, In Print, Poetry Compassion Fatigue Resentment looks a lot like Narcan in a sharp and feels like it’s forcing out my will. I grab them both; Naloxone and the tarp, the outcome... Lacey Jones Mar 23, 2020
Arts, In Print, Poetry Ode to Greta O’ earth, my muse, tell me of your young heroine who travelled far by catamaran. She suffered her own education in rage and fire to torment... Kaleigh Studer Mar 22, 2020
In Print, Literature, Poetry Robbery Colored eggs lay nestled under the trees outside my window. Sleep lingered on my tongue as a haze of muted voices filled the air—like my... Kiara Strijack Feb 24, 2020
In Print, Literature, Poetry This Woman is Free How do you live so freely? So untangled from societal reigns? Well, my mother taught me the independence of a woman. When a man leaves, he mustn’t... Jenna Leigh Morgan Feb 24, 2020
In Print, Poetry Impressions of Japan Shinkansen Silent sleek ghost train Slices through so much busyness; Inside all is calm. Tokyo Izakaya Tasty snacks sizzle, Tipsy salarymen smile,... Robert Bowerman Nov 12, 2019