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Creative Nonfiction
 4 min

Tornadoes and Ice Cream

Hannah Young

“Dad, I had another tornado dream last night.” My father glanced over at me from the driver’s seat, his hands at 10 and 2, the perfect model of good driving. He turned his glance back to the road and ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 5 min

House Warming

Jade Neptune

“We are all just walking each other home.” - Ram Dass

“In all that I am, I am art first.” This was my opening line as I shamelessly flirted with you over drinks that night. You had asked me ...  [+]
Poetry
Short Fiction
 5 min

A Candle In The Night

Matthew Capel

He sat behind the desk in his office with his eyes closed, leaning slightly back into the chair. He held something in his left hand, resting it lightly against his temple. With his right hand he ...  [+]
Poetry
Short Fiction
 5 min

No Less than 5 Pounds

Andrew Doty

In early October, in the forests of West Virginia, where the light of dusk fall is suffused with the red and green landscape of evergreen and oak, he carved a path along the mountain side too narrow ...  [+]
Poetry
Creative Nonfiction
 5 min

Count Your Blessings

Kenley Kohls

“Ohmygosh I haven’t even started that monumental thousand point project due tomorrow.” My friend sighed rubbing his eyes, “how far are you Kenley?”

“Oh, umm...” I hesitate. Sweat trickles down my ...  [+]
Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction
 4 min

Yellow Crayon

Sophie Houghton

Mr. Stesso was annoyed.

The 7:30 bus was late and an unshaven man with a large bag took the seat across from him two stops in. The bag cramped Mr. Stesso’s legs, and he could smell onions and ...  [+]
Poetry
Short Fiction
 4 min

Of Darkness

Josh Vance

There were two kinds of creatures. Those of darkness, and those of light.
They lived in their separate worlds––those of darkness stepping from shadow to shadow, and those of light from sunbeam to ...  [+]
Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction
Short Fiction
 4 min

The Purpose Of A Tree

Thea Manning

Her blossoms open as the dawn warms her branches. “The purpose of this tree,” I sigh to myself, “is simply for the nourishment of animals’ bodies, and nourishment of my soul” A home to a bird family ...  [+]
Poetry