Poetry
Poetry

Rise

Emily Rittammer

I rise.
My head bursting above the cold ocean I’ve been drowning in for years.
Murky waters ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Strange Territory

Emily Rittammer

A.

Floating

Tethered by a single cord.

There is a steady beat. Like a drum that shakes every cell. There is darkness, but I feel surrounded and held. It is so warm, and safe? Maybe. The ...  [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
Creative Nonfiction

The BEES

Hermit Thrush

My family liked the campsite at first: plenty of trees, level ground for our tent, a short walk to the bathroom. Though we didn’t like that buzzing sound. We chalked it up to the nearby power lines ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

The Caretaker

Joelle Hui

“I need to deposit money into the bank.” He said as he kept moving about his room and picking up objects and moving them somewhere else. I gestured to him to keep quiet and I tried to coax him back to ...  [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

Fear

Gregory Dent

The white tea towel, printed with cacti and the jolly phrase, “Looking Sharp”, resting on the oven handle in my kitchen stains brown from my finger. This has become the preferred method to test the ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Golden Girl

Lauren Lanzalotto

“Look out!” Chance screamed, accompanied by a stuttering step in my direction, seeming to want to chase the volleyball he had sent careening in my direction, but hesitating at the last second. ...  [+]

Short Fiction

No Backing Down

Allison Pewett

His heart pounded as he stared at the makeshift cage which imprisoned his fearsome foe. He tried to convince himself that he was ready for this moment. But was he? He had spent hours studying his ...  [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction

After This, Will I Fly Too?

Maryam Zafar

The planetarium is closed for good.

Merciless black letters splayed across the sign up front, the yellow banner blocking Saturn’s dancing rings in more ways than one.

They only dance in ...  [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

Sitting Ducks

Caitlin Wert

We now rest like bugs hanging onto the blades of grasses underneath us, intertwined like we were on our little blanket on the hill. Water soaked through every pore under our backs, seeping into ou ...  [+]