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Poetry & Prose

“Winter’s Vision” By Adam Fardella

Winter's Vision Adam Fardella Published Winter 2021 With a glass-like glance I tumble ahead, o’er the diaphanous linens ‘round my head; they drape like a skirt that pirouettes down Winter’s ethereal silhouette.   She spells me inside enchanting fractals, which naturally emerge in causal patterns. And prophesize [...]

“Clearness lacks clarity” By Erin Michelle

Clearness lacks clarity Erin Michelle Published Fall 2020 clearness of mind is not the clarity for which I hoped black and white is that or fiction in a grey world acting as canvas for prisms to bleed colour on till my eyes beg for respite from [...]

“A News Report” By Jared Cubilla

A News Report Jared Cubilla Published Fall 2020 TODAY — There was a pig that flew Through a department store window Shattering into a hundred porcelain pieces Scattering change across the floor and Broken glass. The video has been seen A thousand times or more and a [...]

“the occurrence of falling snow” by Karyn Atkins

the occurrence of falling snow Karyn Atkins Published Fall 2020 when the sun is at its greatest distance and the trees are without their leaves— like naked defendants on trial. i too stand in judgement on this set-apart night as this sphere’s transient condition falls — [...]

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Short Stories

Confessions of A Creative Woman

Confessions of a Creative Woman by Tasnia Nasar It’s the top skill discussed in an interview, the ability most highlighted in my resume, and the characteristic I’m most known for by my friends and family. I laugh at my own Instagram captions and marvel at how witty my tweets are. I take an extra 20 minutes to make my meals look presentable only to eat it a few seconds later. The stationary section at Chapters is like my Disneyland and overpriced lattes are my chardonnay. If I just told your life story, you my friend, are creative. We’re often misunderstood. We’re often ‘self-employed’. But we’re also a lot of other things. So it’s time I sat down and confessed why we are– the way we are. Our life is an organized chaos I have a laptop case in my purse without a laptop in it. I have a wallet too, but my debit and credit cards are usually in the side pockets. When I’m hungry, I indulge in the smell of gum wrappers and dig through to find a few tangerines…at least that’s what they used to be.  Give me a ring while my phone is in [...]

Summer in the Suburbs

Summer in the Suburbs by Erin Taylor I‘m on my leadoff from second base when a girl shows up and leans against our dugout fence. I pause, trying to make out who it is, before I hear the scuffle of the backcatcher's shin guards as she jumps up and my coach screams, "Morris! Down!" So I dive face-first under the sweeping glove and slap the tips of my fingers on the bag. Our cleanup batter brings me home. Coach Jen hesitates, tells me to look, then run. She knows I have a good slide. I scoop up the bat and hustle back to the dugout, grinning and dusting off my batting gloves on my shorts. Annette is standing on the other side of the fence, behind my teammates, the fingers of her left hand hooked in the chain links. I shriek and jump on the bench. There’s a commotion by third and my teammates all rise. I reach her through the fence. I’m shouting, "You're back!" She’s laughing and nodding, and then she looks over my shoulder. "They need you out there, Sarah." I look back. Everyone has taken the field. "Can you stay?" "I'll be here." [...]

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