Millions of little children With ten million, soft-spoken, greedy Fingers Reaching out to me Little vibrating fingers sliding past my face Rubbing across my cheek…
Posts published in “Literary”
The True You
By RAMONA GORE on February 2017
Is anyone truly a prince? What is he hiding behind the spell? This so-called prince can’t keep up the facade forever. A crack will appear…
A Meditation on Mournful Times
By MAX FINK on February 2017
As I looked down at the cotton shirt that adorned my poor stomach divested of nourishment, the salvation of the vending machine called out to…
Literary Issue
By The Tattler on January 2017
The Literary Issue is best viewed at issuu.com, here. Due to some technical WordPress whatnot that we’re still sorting out, the only version of the…
Broken Brick Wall
By TESS on December 2016
It is just my siblings and I The Second has told me to take the paper that a child has dropped I look out from…
College Apocalypse
By STERLING WILLIAMS-CECI (Staff Writer) on December 2016
College apps are due Seniors mad stressed all the time The world is ending!
Human Beaten Up and Eaten by Laptop, Suspect Still Running Loose
By TRISTAN ENGST on December 2016
The following story was compiled using CCTV camera and audio recording devices. It is written from the perspectives of its characters. Aaron tries to use…
is this my life now? now, more than before, i ask myself how. how it all ended up like this: this world, these people, it…
Why.
By GUS KUCKES on December 2016
I once seduced a princess from a foreign land, carried her back, across the shifting sands, necked in the moonlight on top of the world,…
I’m Tired.
By ANONYMOUS on November 2016
I’m tired of long hours Looking at a tiny screen Just because I have The aching need And I can’t control myself. I’m tired of…
The Value of Adventure
By STERLING WILLIAMS-CECI (Staff Writer) on November 2016
You get up, you get dressed, you brush your teeth, you go to school, You play sports, you do clubs, you make art, you get…
Haiku of the Month: 2016
By LUCA GREENSPUN on November 2016
Braggadocious Trump Strong-willed gal tryna make history It’s up to you, chump
Autumn Morning
By LILLIAN HWANG-GEDDES on November 2016
Walking through the grass In the morning Dew still gleaming on the blades Sounds of feet on the forest floor The stream gurgling softly If…
Where’d You Go?
By C.B. on November 2016
“My ghost, where’d you go? What happened to the soul that you used to be?” “Ghost” by Halsey blares from the car speakers. I’m standing…
“What if they don’t listen to me?” “How will I know if I’m doing a good job?” These questions race through my head. The knots…
End of an Era
By ROAN BAXTER-MARTIN on November 2016
The sky, filled with the iron remnants of a civilization risen on the backs of stone. Falling, clattering together, exploding, fiery tornado of clutter coming…
Dead Serious
By BENJAMIN SALOMON on November 2016
The time has come, please don’t get mad It happens to us all. Let me introduce to you a charming lad I’m sure you’ll have…
Drowning in the fluid that is filling his lungs, my cat Mason is wrapped and restrained in towels, still giving a desperate kick to escape…
Haiku of the Month
By ABBY KATZ (Staff Writer), ALYSSA PAULO, MARIA LIMA VIEIRA, STERLING WILLIAMS-CECI (Staff Writer) on October 2016
Winner Diving By STERLING WILLIAMS-CECI Diving Deeper down Crystals of water collapse Passing Poseidon Others Untitled By ALYSSA PAULO It’s watching you now. Pretend…
Soap
By JULIA LUNA on October 2016
She sat staring at herself in the mirror. Existential crisis? “Am I allowed to self diagnose?” Yes, existential crisis. Acute. SOS. “You will not sit…
A Kid Named Moes
By BENJAMIN SALOMON on October 2016
There once was a fat kid named Moes, So large he could not see his toes. He kept eating his sweeties ‘til he got diabetes,…
Most Every Sunday
By EMMA KARNES on October 2016
Most every Sunday the man is here, sipping from a ceramic coffee mug and playing himself in rock paper scissors. He has hair like an…
A Circular Argument
By ABE MESSING on September 2016
A circle never struggles to make ends meet A line going forever in repeat It’s perfect, but saying it’s the best because it’s the best…
This Is Not a Confessional
By CASEY WETHERBEE on September 2016
I sat down in the metal folding chair, ready to talk, and, hopefully, ready to be listened to. I knew exactly what I was going…
I Thought I Found You
By LUCA GREENSPUN on September 2016
I thought I found you Sitting by the chestnut tree Your hair then Longer than it used to be I thought it passed, time…
Our Thoughts on Death
By LUCA GREENSPUN on September 2016
I think maybe it’s black Frank thinks what I say is whack Jenny’s into Buddha and all that jack Frank says to Jenny there’s no…
Journal Entry
By LUCA GREENSPUN on September 2016
Sitting inside this ancient Roman basilica, it’s easy to believe there is a god. The vaulted dome ceiling gives way to a deluge of heavenly…