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…
Posts published in “Literary”
Soap
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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…
Ode to a Stuffed Panda
Lying under the table there so still Left unnoticed against your own will That still furry face stares with no scorn Yet within me…
Haiku of the Month
Eclairs or cookies Though I may be a glutton I just cannot choose
Announcing the Literary Section!
Welcome to the brand-new, state-of-the-art literary section of the IHS Tattler! This section will feature students’ creative writing: everything and anything from poetry, short fiction,…
Haiku of the Month!!!!
i cannot tell if that glimmer in your eyes is playfulness or pain
Preaching Grub
There we were, two teenage girls pouring out our teenage woes. Interspersing gossip with deep shit and not feeling embarrassed about afflictions of the heart.…
Here Is a Field of an Unknown Grain
If this field were a person it would be a woman named Sigtuna with a spitting problem. If this field were an accident it would…
Wind-Up: Finale
Linda was unconscious by the time I burst into the dilapidated home, her slight breath on my neck the only indication that she was still…