At a certain point, you will lower your head to the pen.There will be a man speaking to the world as you write. It is…
Posts published in “Literary”
Red Brick Walls
Do I remember this place? There are holes in my sightWhere I know ghosts still perchSitting on beanbags orcriss-crossed on the floor Still, my fingertips…
Exodus
There is a light that soothesan easy lie does the samePart seas of sicknessNo sister sings of victoryI’ll make myself a graven imageWorship pearls and…
She Sells Seashells
Content warning: death. She sells seashells by the sea shore. The sky is still dark and the beach is quiet. Only a faint light and…
Raspberries
a little hatfor my pinky fingeror a thick blanketfor a chocolate chipthe color of love and rosesand hatred and bloodand my tongue I want to…
Bliss
I learned blissbefore I learned its name. It smelled like brineand damp earth,coffee warming my handsa quiet that didn’t askto be filled. It lived where…
The Kid Who Kept Trying
There once was a kid in a class,Who worried he couldn’t quite pass,So he studied each day,And it paid off his way,Now he walks in…
Stair Steps
You can thrive. So on the next step, Now step to improve, Then a step to retry, One step to fail, One step to strive,One…
Learn and Improve
Listen when life gets loud,Even mistakes can teach you,Ask questions, even when your voice shakes,Reach out to learn, not just for grades,New growth comes after…
Garden
Life is a gardenWe need to cultivate andgrow to our fullest
W. Seneca St.
Content warning: violence. Laughing, they assess the value of my ribs, broken and whole,Hover over my neck to watch me wince.How they pity the creature…
Applesauce
Content warning: self-harm. When I wash myself, the dirt seeps into my blood. When I bleed myself- my scars form mountains and rivers.Rise and run…
Live Music Is Not Dead: The Teens of Ithaca Play at Angry Mom Records
I think I’ve found the best way to spend a Friday evening: sitting cross-legged on the linoleum floors of Angry Mom Records on the Commons,…
Valentine’s Day
This dayIs about Love Right? That’s what I thinkThat’s why there are hearts That’s why there are flowers Right? But what if you don’t have…
Morning Chores
The cows meet me before the sun does,steam rising from their backslike the day hasn’t decided yetwhat it will become. They are curious creatures,noses pressed…
Innocent
“Fantastic.” Mia stared as her precious bag of pounds floated down the river of perfectly glorious gunk that is the Hudson. Her dreams were slipping…
WRFI Community Radio: a Beacon of Hope
Across the US, public media is under attack. With government funds cut to National Public Radio (NPR), Public Broadcasting Service (PBS), and more, it is…
Onyx, Son of Audior
Content warning: suicide, slavery, violence. There’s no way I could possibly explain how I got here. I cannot recount every battle, every day spent puzzling…
Still World
I know I am not alone here now. I know there are homes and parksAnd cars and motorbikesAnd birds and deerAnd countless things. But these…
Quintet of Limericks
They say don’t cry over spilled milk,But cry if it spills on good silk,For when you lay your headOn your now-soiled bedThe silk will be…
Untitled
Content warning: violence. For now her soft white tee isunsullied Soft againsther skinThe wind chill making veins constrictNumbness overtaking as the road narrowsShe thinks she…
Content warning: self-harm, suicide You told me theirs was one of the messiest rooms you’ve ever seen. We paused, for a few precious seconds, watching…
The Longest Night
On this frozen, most clouded day,From far away, from far away,Thus much let me now, at least, say;On this olden, most fleeting day,I feel no…
When Nothing Rushes In
When nothing rushes in to meet youmorning loosening into afternoon, time unbuttoning itself without asking, The day holds its breath with you.Light drifts across the…
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I want all my drawings backI shouldn’t have given them to you It’s not like I owed you anythingI had already paid my dues I…
Literary Issue 2026 – Cycles
On authorship
Content warning: sexual assault. My parents raised a writer, and so I refuse to surrender the pen of my defiled body to your hand. I…
