Fiction Pieces
Visual Arts
Poetry Pieces
Ultramarine by Verna Bryan
We were in the jellyfish exhibit when the world exploded.
Just seconds before, Adam and I had been gazing absently at the gelatinous bodies of the jellyfish as they floated around the tank’s electric blue water..
A Close Shave by Lauren Dial
Epics Should Be Sung by Chance O'Neal
Poetry
Climb the stars.
Breach the sky on a staircase of bright.
Surpass this world
and reach the next..
Bus Ride by Jese Espenschied
One time I was riding the bus home and I got lost in thought. I don’t remember what for, but as I slowly sunk into my thoughts, the bus made its rounds. People got on, people left, people made weird faces at me as I stared— it’s interesting how people assume you’re creeping, and not a million miles away, questioning the fabric of the universe, dueling with an alternate version of someone you know..
Drinks with a friend by Trevor Martinez
Our Cat by Erin Allen
Poetry
comes along
on our family walks
just like a family dog..
something nuclear by Ian Ramser
The leaves crinkle under our feet as the bare branches of trees loom overhead. It is fall, and as we breathe in the crisp air our exhales let off a faint mist. The sight of trees and blue sky above is seemingly endless..
Eleven by Glennon Jarachovic
The Earth and Her Parents by Courtney Conley
Poetry
My parents have been smoking since I was five.
Large plumes filled the kitchen,
painting the walls charcoal gray..
Notes From the Ground by Jackson Cook
The whole world stands above my spot on the floor. I am overlooked by everyone in the Moore household except for the tabby cat, Mr. Anderson. Although, they step on me almost every time they walk through the living room..
Fire Season by Glennon Jarachovic
Tell Me Nothing by Bia Edwards
Poetry
How long can two not-strangers
Talk without saying anything
Your tapioca soaked voice
Fat and sweet in my ear
Hanging on to the decorated nothing..
Raking Clouds by Lauren Dial
There was a line of broken fences all the way down the Wyoming state line. It happened after the hills let the sun roll down their slopes to rest. Ranchers scrambled to their artillery safes, stuffing rounds into their pockets and strapping rifles around their chests..
Self-portrait 2020-2021 by Glennon Jarachovic
Pink Like Roses by Jennie Orlando
Poetry
Pink like roses, the sun floats over.
Its pearl halo unfolds like petals.
Its coral bud reveals itself to onlookers.
Its acute blaze is its thorns,
pricking the eyes at a visual touch..
Kalea by Brian Nicholson
Fiction
A wolf’s howl out in the forest drew Kalea’s attention from the fire she was stoking. Her bald eyebrows furrowed as her silver eyes peered out into the flickering shadows of the treeline surrounding the campsite..
View from Pisgah Crater by Glennon Jarachovic
Visual Arts
Walking to my Car at Night by Morgan Nance
Poetry
A herd of leaves tumble across the black asphalt.
Different shades of orange and brown..
Buried in the Sand by Heather Drouse
Fiction
On a buildup of rocks smoothed round by the water of Lake St. Clair sits a little girl. This little girl has just turned six years old, and so she wears her new, frilly two-piece bathing suit that she got from her mom..
Untitled by Madison Varns
Visual Arts
Existential Crisis by Morgan Nance
Poetry
I question Death,
We sit together on park benches
I tell him what air tastes like..
Poetry Pieces
Poetry Pieces
Seven Years by Jordan Smith
Poetry
6:10 PM, 9/27/2021
tw: anorexia
i do not have a scale//i cringe away from mirrors in my girlfriend’s apartment//i cry in the bathroom after someone won’t stop talking about calorie deficits & protein shakes masquerading as meals..
Untitled by Madison Varns
Visual Arts
Inhabit by Kath Rees
Poetry
clothes hanging
on a body
Small, some say,
sugarless, pale..
Garage door by Jordan Looper
Poetry
I opened my garage door one day
And let in a rat.
He was fine at first,
With his cute little whiskers and nose..
Sometimes I feel tiny by Madison Varns
Poetry
not tiny as in insignificant
or momentary
but small – childlike..
Bogus Shit by Madison Varns
Poetry
I wanna stay on bogus shit
like shit you’ve never seen before,
like the shit that’s only in movies,
but it’s my life
the music of my newest nephew by Caroline Jennings
Poetry
there isn’t much more pure than that breath
of yours, even if it does induce a sound
akin to the geese that used to chase us..