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Beach Life

Ashley Linnehan, Co-editor

December 6, 2014

The grass is wet beneath our feet, we dip to meet it every so often, swaying back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, on the rickety old wooden swing, talking animatedly about everything and nothing.   The...

Tomorrow

Colin Bode, Writer

December 6, 2014

As the anger comes back again, I try not to drift away, back into that place of utter pessimism that I have come to stay. You came with that pessimism, and with it my depression and loss of pride. Now tomorrow they...

Dear Body

Anonymous, Writer

November 13, 2014

Dear Body, Your bones are no longer fragile and weak; made of glass and sorrow Your skin is no longer scarred and breaking; made of paper and insecurity Your face no longer cringes at the scars that line your inner thighs, Or...

The Demon

Anonymous, Writer

November 13, 2014

She kept it hidden; her demon, her pain. But they did could not see it, for it was hidden inside her; a secret. It ate her; her bones, her body, her mind, her child-like soul; It is all dead. She tried to be rid of...

A Short Story

Leeanne Durkin, Writer

November 1, 2014

I couldn’t believe that after being held against my will in this terrible place for 18 months I was actually willingly going back in. After the hour long process of checking in, and standing with my hands over my head while...

Sticks and Stones

Colin Bode, Writer

November 1, 2014

I'm like a broken bone and for reasons I cannot condone I've been sprained. I've been cracked, and now I have finally snapped. My marrow's uncontrollably leaking and there's no help that is worth seeking. Where's my cast,...

A Poem

Anonymous, Writer

October 26, 2014

My feelings woke me up and said to me: I. “If you’re going to break then you might as well shatter. Like glass, after it forms in your throat when your tears choke you at night and you can’t breathe or...

The End of Light

Colin Bode, Writer

October 21, 2014

The light has gone, like the prophet once told. All the lights have gone put out the sun has grown cold. While we lay here in the eternal dark. There is nothing to do, some wars begin to spark. There are no torches the...

The Black Rose

Colin Bode, Writer

October 8, 2014

As dark as a midnight in the coldest of winters, and an irony as harsh as not, Within the thorns that pinch like splinters, this kind of rose cannot be bought. I give it to you because you are my black rose, with a heart...

A Poem

Cecilia Smith, Writer

October 8, 2014

I've taken your happiness that you intended to keep.   The man on your date would've liked it.   Too bad, I've kept it for a rainy day.

The New Generation: Poetry

Colin Bode, Writer

October 1, 2014

Here's to us, The new generation, Dealing with wars, social failure, and racial segregation. Fixing all the problems of the old, And living on U.S. and global dreams of oil and gold. The old judge us as if we are...

An Old Photograph: Poetry

Colin Bode, Writer

October 1, 2014

Walking down a road, Only got my shoes and an old photograph which I'm forced to hold, And while I walk this decaying path, my future looks cold. This photo contains the only thing left that keeps me alive, In a universe...

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