The Delta Statement

Daisies

Daisies

Liz Howell, Copy Editor

October 12, 2018

Filed under Delta Arts, Fall 2018, Short Stories

Melberta lifted her head as she pushed open the door to her favorite burger place. Mrs. Geraldine always took care of her, and a good cheeseburger always made everything better. She was careful not to let the door slam as she closed it, gripping the knob tightly with one hand while resting her other hand on the glass as if she...

The Girl in Blue Skin

The Girl in Blue Skin

October 8, 2018

I throw the covers off of me in the dark room and sit up in bed, my shirt sticking to the back of my skin. Swinging my legs off to the side, I get up and head to the kitchen for a fresh glass of…something, anything to cool me off and make me feel less sticky. I haven’t been sleeping well lately, and I don’t know why. I...

Images

Images

October 7, 2018

Warning: This story has content that may be triggering to some readers.   Images, and Images. All I see are these Images. They follow me around constantly; every time I close my eyes, these Images are glued to my eyelids. Whether I am awake or sleeping, these Images follow me.  Dark creatures, silently stalking; thes...

Dublin Diversion

Dublin Diversion

October 2, 2018

In a small bar set snugly in the middle of Dublin’s busiest street, an elderly couple toasted each other over drinks on the most popular Irish holiday: St. Patrick’s Day. The bar around them was noisy and busy with the younger generation, but the two only cared about being there together. Niall raised his glass towards...

A Winter’s Coat

A Winter’s Coat

October 2, 2018

I wake up and it’s dark and I have no idea where I am at, it feels like just a couple seconds ago I was with Jack and the rest of the family being loaded onto a weird bird thing in what seemed to be a new crate for me- I guess that’s a plus. Right before the weird humans took me away Jack gave me a treat, it tasted a li...

The Artist

Madison Kalia, Copy Editor

October 1, 2018

Filed under Delta Arts, Fall 2018, Short Stories

I stare at the wall. I have no choice but to look at it. I sit too close to see anything else. So, I look at the not-so-ever-stretching plane. I wonder to myself why this wall decided to become a wall and not maybe an ocean or a bed. I decide it needed to be a wall so that I could paint it. It asked me to paint it. It was desperate. I stare at the wall, and I see its almost glimmering sheen and its tiny pores that threaten to call it a liar when it claims to be smooth. I should have primed it, I think as I wait for the paint to dry. You should always pri...

Our Home, Ninovan

Our Home, Ninovan

April 15, 2018

Your majesty can not be defined. Gliding through the air with wind under your feathers. Unafraid Your world has been taken over Two legged creatures destroyed the home you knew from birth For what? Paper they will write their inadequate dreams upon then discard. You deserve better. You deserve...

BLUE 

BLUE 

April 1, 2018

I saw her today, with her lace white dress and those tie up sandals I saw her today with her brown hair and perfect skin Yes I saw her today, the one that took you away The feeling of being blue was played in my mind as an emotion I close my eyes and I see you standing there in those skin-tight jeans...

I am a tumbleweed

I am a tumbleweed

Kjirsten Whitsell, Staff Writer

March 26, 2018

Filed under Poems, Spring 2018

Lost in the winds of the gyre inside my mind… Ever tightening never ending Down                 Down                                 Down                 I go senseless beaten and battered my thoughts are like a noose spiraling-- every thought another breath stolen   ...

peace; dot dot dot

peace; dot dot dot

Stormy Ferrell, Publisher

March 24, 2018

Filed under Delta Arts, Poems, Spring 2018

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A secret that went untold  

A secret that went untold  

Lajuana Banger, Staff Writer

March 24, 2018

Filed under Poems, Spring 2018

I wanna know why her Was it because she was better than me? Was it because you liked her more? You see you don’t just get to taunt with peoples' feelings.... I can see myself closing my eyes and pulling that trigger... The trigger that sent me into this mania.... Because you chose her... 3 years of loving...

A Leaf

A Leaf

March 23, 2018

A leaf Stain in the napkin We sit around the table Wasn’t aware of time It slipped through the footprints of the brook We dance Above a leaf Clinging to it We drift down along the brook And return to the sea Where the waves embrace us Standing in a leaf We sail to nowhere   ...