Fruit is the thing with innocence— so it’s odd that we call it flesh. Holding with hands—omnipotence— children of farmers away from the thresh …
Posts published in “Literary”
Madame la Guillotine
By LOUISA MILLER-OUT on November 2019
I’m set to go, my blade is raised Around me, jaws have dropped, My lover lets go of my string. Voilà, a heart is stopped.…
Percy and Jay: Chapter One
By RAIA GUTMAN on October 2019
They met at a housewarming party on Terrace Road, a housewarming party in a large white house with a barn behind it. The boy on…
Bloodlust
By MJ STUELKE on October 2019
Hiss . . . Bang! Thump, thump, thump . . . The girl groaned and rolled over, stuffing her pillow around her ears. She did…
To Autumn Blackout Poetry
By LINDSAY WANG on October 2019
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By RAIA GUTMAN on October 2019
Autumn’s musings greet me as a weathered friend She escorts me through dying sunlight’s gaze She kisses me and with it draws red blood, Which…
autumn limbo
By CHLOE MOORE on October 2019
i said i wanted to start over and it seems the world agreed, painting over with aspen gold, like some kind of midas touch and…
moon
By ANNA WESTWIG on September 2019
it sits there like a dinner plate, that moon yellow and wide-eyed on the horizon. mute and studying a girl who is nothing…
Regrets
By RAIA GUTMAN on September 2019
Modeled after “This Is Just To Say” by William Carlos Williams this is just to say I’m sorry I didn’t take it your hand,…
Acrostic
By RAIA GUTMAN on September 2019
Heaven and Hell, you said, two options I blinked, I breathed, I Decided not to choose quite yet, Earmarked the conversation for a later date…
Villanelle
By RAIA GUTMAN on September 2019
I didn’t hide until you taught me I learned to live before I knew shame White flame gave me another key Unlock the room…
The following poems are a selection from the Active Minds Poetry Reading in May. Active Minds is an IHS club that promotes mental health awareness.…
Teddy & Coconut: the Chow Chows
By JOSHUA "J.T." STONE on June 2019
I’ve always loved animals. Chinchillas, bunnies, and small, furry dachshunds galore. But never have I stumbled upon such a being, A delicate, confident, fluff ball,…
Epitaph
By ANNA WESTWIG on June 2019
All words were found from the Wikipedia article on epitaphs. An epitaph, strictly speaking, is name, year, date of birth, and date of death.…
Excerpt
By CHARLOTTE HOEKENGA on June 2019
“Here it is,” Sierra says, dropping the theatrics. She carefully pulls the box from the earth and sets it down. It’s just as Alexis…
Big Red
By ZACHARY FOLEY on May 2019
The red that isn’t hell On the hill I see Cornell The sewing needle of the sky At the heart does the clocktower lie A…
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By ANNA WESTWIG on May 2019
Spring has swept in, silver and wanting, and the swinging of the axis is giving me nausea as the seas slosh back and forth like…
Bananas Askew
By JULIAN GRACE-MARTIN on May 2019
I enter the room Bananas are all around That stinkin’ monkey
Water Flowing
By ZACHARY FOLEY on April 2019
Water running deep Into the land it will seep Whether it is rain or snow Precipitation causes water to flow In the stream or…
Louder Than Words
By TILDEN CHAO on April 2019
I never knew her name, nor her age, although she couldn’t have been much older than 18. Our encounter was memorialized in a single…
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By JEFFREY LANTZ on April 2019
College letters come, Anything could be inside Oh. Disappointing. ~March Madness
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By ANNA WESTWIG on April 2019
Yeet, Skeet smell my feet give me something good to eat this poem sure is sweet’
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By MEIRA BRAUN on April 2019
nope I’m not gonna not today never ever you cannot make me so you shouldn’t even try nope I won’t do it I will…
April’s Debut
By ANNA COHEN on April 2019
Ha! A day of pranks What a way to start the month Unsuspecting? Same
Eat Fresh
By CHRISTOPHER RACHLINSKI on April 2019
Lettuce piled high Mayonnaise strewn everywhere No meat is in sight.
Don’t Panic It’s Organic
By CARTER ANDERSON, SAM GLAUBITZ on April 2019
Slimy fish love you. Lonely older men do too. Have an open mind.
La Calle por Pueblo Nuevo
By TILDEN CHAO on March 2019
0 kilometers [the beginning] The only road in Pueblo Nuevo has no name. It has no driveways, no street lamps, and no mailboxes. Its…