Nonfiction
Blotter Paper
by Rayner Raynor
Are we just a culmination of context or forces of determination? I often feel as though my life is out of my control, that I am sliding on ice with the whirling winds of time forcing me to face whatever’s next. When I was younger, my thoughts were often not my own. My parents and teachers domineered the pencil used to write my lines.
When I looked in the mirror, I never consciously thought I was looking at my own creation, I just saw an amalgamation of avalanching events…
Invasive Species
by Matthew Ramos
Walking through the open space, you could never imagine how unwelcoming a terminal could be. The open space produces chills that make you grateful for bringing a sweater. Your legs barely manage to carry you…
Mother, Eat Me
by Kierra Weyandt
A fetus is full of hope
to it’s makers,
of all it can be.
The cat I had as a child, one of many, once gave birth to a litter of one…
Almond Flakes
by Kiera Grace Cannon
Sitting in the back of my mother’s minivan felt like it was a never ending ride.
“Just wait, we’re almost there, and then you can go swimming! But remember there are going to be a lot of people there so you have to be kind and calm.”
I did not listen to a single thing she just said…
The Midnight Glow
by Carson Pedaci
If you were to ask me what presence is, I’d probably tell you that it’s the worst Led Zeppelin album. I’ve always taken the concept with a grain of salt. When TV shows and adults would tell me to enjoy childhood while it lasted…