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We’re starting to fade like the flowers.

My lovers rock (Poem)

Jamie Mott, Writer May 11, 2026

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...

Overthinking is as tiring as sports.

If Overthinking Was a Sport (Poem)

Becca Baker, Writer May 11, 2026

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...

Sometimes the stranger in the mirror is yourself.

The stranger in the mirror (Poem)

Becca Baker, Writer January 26, 2026

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...

Our dogs will leave loving paw prints on our hearts.

Gone too soon (Poem)

Becca Baker, Writer January 23, 2026

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...

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Where are you? (Vignette)

Anonymous, Writer October 2, 2025

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...

Tonight for the first time, I couldn’t stand the sunset.

I hate the sunset tonight (Vignette)

Belly Vue, Writer May 8, 2025

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....

I loved feeling the wind rush by my face and that feeling of cold air brush across my face on the hot, sunny spring and summer days.

The Good Old Days (Vignette)

Taylor Basson, Writer May 2, 2025

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...

Snow is the time for festivities, family, and fun.

As Slow as Molasses (Poem)

Bella DeNicholas, Content Editor November 6, 2024

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...

My bother and I at his wedding.

A letter to my brother (Poem)

Aspen Bingham, Content Editor September 4, 2024

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...

Yearning for youth in fear of growing up.

yearning our youth (Poem)

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...

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