Red Wine

By Isabella Wisinger For Madison   Glass clinks in the backseat as we roll to a stop at the waterfront.   June is the slowest summer month, so we’ve already spent a thousand nights together  With our friends who wait on the gazebo, glowing under fairy lights.  ...

Copperhead

By Abigail Pfeifer   On a heavy and adamant August day, June Cole was on her way to hell.   Her Uncle Marty seemed to think so, at least.   “Friends,” the big man addressed his sweating congregation, “I hope you have not forgotten to be wary of where you place your...

Fiore Sulla Riva

By Abby Hanks   I was planted an eternity ago,  By a little Italian woman with dusty rooms to be rented.  She welcomed the world into her home and planted me as her guard,  Buongiorno!  Buona Giornata!  Buonasera!    My roots began to push against her terracotta...

Pay-Less

By Josie Stitt   My mother, a public school teacher   With a passion for her students  My father, a small business owner  In the housing industry in 2008.  Two young daughters that   Played hard at recess, even harder in the yard.    My growth spurts at age 6 did...

You Made My Day

 By Chance O’Neal   Tuesdays are lazy, yet they are not:    A contradiction that stems from my desire to relax on a day that demands attention. The morning is spent in pajamas but also in the car running errands rather than in the comforts of home. It’s...