Maybe all the dirty imperfect stained parts of the space that is my room is a sign
that i’ve lived
opposed to filth and shame
and maybe it does represent this inner landscape i live in every day
there...
Four years
we grew up in the space between
“good morning” texts
and “stay on the phone a little longer.”
different schools pulled us apart
in quiet ways at first, new halls, new faces,
stories...
If overthinking were a sport,
I would have a jersey.
My number would be 24
because that is how many hours a day
my brain refuses to clock out.
Opening ceremony
is me opening a text
that says
”k.”
The...
This morning, I woke up,
and there was a stranger in the mirror.
Same dark brown hair,
same brown eyes—
but something felt off,
something quietly wrong.
There was a stranger in the mirror,
her...
They say a dog is a man’s best friend,
but they also say a true best friend
will be there for life.
And in a way, dogs are —
just not in the way we want.
They’re fully ours for ten, maybe...
Are you alone? Are you accompanied? I remember your sweater and the way it smelt. It stung my eyes. Do you still know me?
It’s New Year's Day, I‘m eleven years old, watching a movie with my sister's...
First one. First you raised me, when he never did. When all he ever did was hate hate hate. My fathers father. First one, you loved me. You cared for me, and treated me as if I was your first. I wasn’t....
Back in the good old days. I loved playing outside. I would play and play until the sunset. One day my brother grew older and taller; he no longer could fit in one of those little motorized jeeps. But...
The winter is cold
A time we want to forget
As we hold
To our regret
The days feel
As if they can’t
Be real
As those chant
Cheery Christmas songs
And spread love
The longs
Of...
Patric Wallis, Copy and Design Editor
• October 2, 2024
Regret has become a familiar feeling for me in the past few months. It feels that my life only really started just over a year ago, and I feel that I’ve been evolving at the speed of light. With this...
You healed me.
The parts of me that were unknowingly cut open and bleeding.
The troubles I faced, you somehow faded them and showed me love.
When I lacked bravery and strength, you were my protector.
When...
Shayd Fuller, Copy and Design Editor
• August 26, 2024
As our class moves up
Our need to progress goes down
We are scared of what comes next
We are scared of the unknown
What do we do when night falls and suddenly we’re not...