Content warning: suicide I am sitting on my chair in a room full of individuals. On my table lies a prompt regarding the philosophy exam…
Posts published in “Literary”
Cassiopeia
I used to look up at the stars with you,And in them, see your eyes.I memorized the constellations that you likedbut now I can’t recall…
Dustpan
she was always quite good at sweepingbringing all out into the openbrushing the hidden things into pilesuntil they were captive in the stark white dustpan…
Persona of the Month: Worm on a Rainy Day
Persona poetry tells a story through the voice of a characterother than the author. For this month, the poem is told from theperspective of a…
A Poem for Charlotte
Dedicated to Charlotte Bonassar (1937-2022) It’s hard to think about—How the world keeps goingWhen you’re not in it You had faith and I didn’tAnd now…
The Girl, the Dragon, and the Bird
There was a girl who lived in the sky.Her family was the dragon with sparkling scales and the birdwith ink pools for eyes. During the…
His Crime
I used to carry with me all the scarsHe forced uponand covered up.It’s like he’s proud of every slash he made‘cause scars don’t burn when…
Futility
They say ‘all the world’s a stage,’So what are we, then?When we walk so briefly on this earth,Do we too walk in the lights of…
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Blood
Trigger warning: Blood, skin picking “Nobody is looking, you are fine, don’t worry, nobody knows.” Everyone is staring, they all know, they can see through…
The Vent
Imagine you’re sitting in a library, working on learning Morse code. Getting overwhelmed with studying, you close your eyes and everything goes quiet. Nobody is…
Anger
Contains mention of homophobia Before Today I will no longer sit quietly in fear of your retaliation. Today I will say something to remind the…
The train car is tense. The people in the rows fairly sparkle with quiet nervousness. They don’t look at each other. Everyone is traveling alone,…
Persona of the Month: Mother Jones
Mary Harris Jones (1837-1930), known as “Mother Jones” to many, was a prominent American activist who led countless strikes against the mining industry and child…
Authenticity
Trigger Warning: This story contains descriptions of an emotionally abusive relationship and alcoholism. Author’s Note: If you need to talk about intimate partner and/or sexual…
I wasn’t supposed to read that note left on my doorstep. Now, this isn’t your typical “movie” moment that dramatically leads the main character on…
People Watching: An Anti-Social Way to Spend my Time
Disclaimer: All the content below is purely fictional, and if it wasn’t already clear, is also satirical. It’s sixth period, and I’ve finished all my…
Ghosts
The ghost’s whimper nested itself in the corner of Endi’s soul reserved for tradition and cobwebs. “Hello?” Endi asked, “Where are you?” He shone his…
The Tower Will Finally Fall
Diamond rings and emerald pearls, A silver line that pushes our world. The trust funds and wills, The drills while society kills. For too long…
Miracle of the Ages
I lift and rock gives way, Steel sings against stone, Curses broken and mended, The final words of a father I lift and they watch…
Scary Story Contest Winner: Another Day at School
A boy’s arm smacks into my face, I give him a look and mutter “Watch out,” though the injury doesn’t hurt. He doesn’t even notice—no…
Blueberry Soda and Arugula
Mango sticky rice on a dockEvenings crayon-streaked orangeBoxes of fragile sun-kissed raspberriesCurtains drawn on sleepy afternoonsSmall black cat with yellow eyesCar rides surrounded by tree-covered…
Untitled
Hair that would look so good down to your shouldersBig round glasses from a stand in the mall Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt Orange winter…
Reach Me
It was hotter out than usual. Ada rolled over, searching for a cold spot on her mattress. She’d woken up six times last night, drenched…
cry
three twenty-eight am.when the world is silent and emptyin the space between the crickets and the thrushes i cry. four seventeen am. when tears become…
Left Behind
This time, when you leave, you don’t hug me. Instead, youmutter a simple “Bye, Alice” and start walking away. Iwatch your back as you leave,…
Hidden Beauty
sometimes I feel trapped what’s so dangerous about polyamory why are people so afraid of it not just as a whole or the idea of…