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there is nothing but a hole (and other thoughts)

April 17, 2020

nothing – there is nothing there is nothing there is nothing. There should be something. Anything. The tumors in my grandmother’s brain the size of grapes. They moan like animals before they die. The morphine only works when they sleep. The needle goes in so smoothly. Paper against glass. The thin sting. The opened e...

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Horses

April 15, 2020

I wish my father had never loved horses. I wish he had never taught me how to love horses. When I look at a horse, instead of thinking of its beauty or the urge I have to ride it bareback, I just think of him. As its mane flows through the hot Arizona breeze, all I see is my father mounted upon its back. I used to look for ho...

To The Little Ones I Love

Jennifer McIntosh, Learning Young

Skynia Butts, Student Contributor

February 27, 2020

To the little ones I love,  I wanted to write you a Baldwinian letter, but I am not James Baldwin. I am not that lyrical or experienced with words. You probably do not even know who Baldwin is at your present age. Don’t worry! I'll give you a mouth full as you grow, but I wanted to share some of the things I have been...

Betrayal

Betrayal

Claire Foster, Da / Events

February 5, 2019

I have to let it go, I thought to myself. I plop myself down onto the bed and bury my face into the pillow. I feel a second weight upon the bed as I realize my boyfriend has followed me into the bedroom. “Go away,” I say as tears threaten to fall and soak my pillow. I feel the bed shake a little as he laughs. “You need t...

Yellow Rose Bush

Yellow Rose Bush

November 28, 2018

Yellow rose bush standing tall and looking well, You have many stories you could tell. Some stories of sorrow you might whisper, While the stories of joy you will yell.   Since your beginning the odds against you were stacked, Before you could be planted into your first home It was time to move, and...

X in the Moonlight

X in the Moonlight

November 28, 2018

In the early hours, X lay awake, Wondering how long a better life would take. Even though his heart would ache, He prayed continuously, for his own sake. It seemed no one could relate.   Day and night, he searched for contentment, but all he could conjure, were consistent amounts of resentment.   He...

the dark side of canyons that never form full lines of sound

sEa

November 13, 2018

Little boats are not supposed to hold glass screens that reflect an atmosphere of shifting humors but I sit and stare at a little glass square that cannot hold the moon with silver dust and then nothing and a thousand other things like the dark side of a book or the dark side of canyons that never form full lines of sound that ...

Something From Nothing

Something From Nothing

November 13, 2018

Color devoid from vision White glares, relentless Sentiments cease to flow   Creativity exiled in the vast expanses of the maze that the tissue inside my head became so long ago   A transparent thought flits ever so suddenly and disappears from view clickity-clack, noises...

Remembered

Remembered

November 12, 2018

I wondered when I would be opened, when my letters would be renewed. And my thoughts often wondered to a dark place, where there were no bounds, no borders, no grounds, where there are pictures that light up so foreign, but the dark enslaves their sound.   And Oh, how I wish to be awakened, for...

A select group of synesthetes can truly

The Colorful Eye

November 8, 2018

Red tastes like fire. Gray sounds raspy. Green feels smooth. Purple smells like feet. But blue, blue just looks blue.   We can see colors but we cannot taste them. We can see colors but we cannot hear them. We can see colors but we cannot smell them.   No one knows why. Why we can only...

A Tale of Life

A Tale of Life

November 8, 2018

From a leadoff cry to the giggles followed by, From a chaotic mess to a calming lullaby, From the first glimpse to the endless sights, From the promising grounds to wishful heights, From best to worst and worst to best, Moving on as the days went by,   For what’s mine is mine to receive.   ...

The Boy in the Red Truck

Hayley Cross, Social Media

November 8, 2018

After that moment between Me being with him and me being by myself is over, I am finally able to smile.   I look at myself in the mirror and think about the seats of his truck And how I am more familiar with them than I am my own car.   The aroma that is left lingering on me, My clothing, And...