Poetry
Visual Art
Prose
witching hour at the supermarket by Verna Corinne Bryan
behold! the beauty of fluorescent light in the dead of night.
this place is a refuge of restless evenings,
this fortress in all its sterile beauty, this shining beast of modernity…
What Stage of Grief by Miceala Morano
Gasolines a body into flame with its tears?
Sends birds flying into windows, slick red feathers
rust-burnished in the light? I made this torch of me…
What Source of Meaning? by Dakota Palmer
Memories, when a colorless, yet white, void persists timelessly.
When the Neural Pathways unravel, do they unravel?
Or do I force it into a type of eternal termination?
Before Memories, when two children ungracefully frolic after fireflies…
Quarantine by Macie Hickman
My bald-headed father
wears a pink wig
His karaoke mic screams
apple bottom jeans…
Once Life by Brittaney Mann
I stared into the glass eyes
of a stiff face drooping
with the moment it realized
the admiration of mishappen circles
lasts in the unstitchable…
Must Be Fire by Nico Brito-Harp
my mother always held me in the palm of her hands
like water cascading down the mountain to reach its destination,
to reach the spring, to reach the levee,
to reach the purity you could only find in reflections…
Mohawk by David Hays Denney
My steamboat of a vehicle crumbled around a street corner, threaded into a mosaic
by the summer sunlight seeping through the canopy, shuddering as if held together by
sinews. I laughed, snowcapping my knuckles on the steering wheel…
Made of Things That Aren’t Mine by Hadley Adkison
There is nothing of me
That is solely me
Each crinkle of my eye
And knowledge of each bird
Comes from my family
I harbor in me
Their hopes, dreams, and desires…
Dog Daze by Sarah Synar
It is summer and yet
I am not a child catching butterflies
Gulping down sour lemonade until my tongue tingles
Running barefoot through the muddy lawn, stumbling into the pool…
Celebrity Sentence by Payton Willhite
I think sometimes that
I could be famous.
maybe it’s the shape of
my ears or the general
disinterest in having my photo
unexpectedly taken. I have
always craved…
Bones by Sadie McDonald
If I passed my bones,
Walking down the street,
Would they stop to say hello?
Would they even recognize me?
And if indeed they did,
Who’s to say I them?
Graveyard Picnic by Jackson Cook
When Aldous Beaumont, Sr., kicked the bucket in a scorching motorcycle accident at the age of seventy-three, there weren’t many kind words to say about his time on Earth. He was a rotten troublemaker whose only gift seemed to be causing havoc in the lives he came into contact with. Anyone foolish enough to ever trust Aldous Beaumont, Sr., would find themselves robbed and cheated…
Devil Town by Jackson Cook
Characters NAILDUCT: A six thousand
year old demon who dreams
of what life is like
outside of their dead end
job in Hell’s call center. SLUGBOX: A younger demon
who is career oriented and
competitive.
Crazy Old Bird Lady by Mary Kemp
I was scared I was going to become the crazy old bird lady who sat on the steps of St. Augustine’s Cathedral.
St. Augustine’s stood proudly across the street from the city park, a cluster of evergreen trees and brown barren elms that stretched like skeletons against the cold December sky.
Aquarium Love by Mary Kemp
Max sat in the neon glow from the tropical fish tank, and I could have sworn I was looking at an angel. Something otherworldly filled the dorm room – and maybe it was just the ethereal, electric blue light from the aquarium, or the upper I had taken before visiting my friend’s room – but I was certain it was magic…