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Yellow Rose Bush

Yellow Rose Bush

Ryan Rutledge, Social Media 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...

X in the Moonlight

X in the Moonlight

Mikey Rhodes, Da / Events 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...

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

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Chris Kalil, Da / Events 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...

Something From Nothing

Something From Nothing

Kjirsten Whitsell, Editor in Chief 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...

Remembered

Remembered

Saavedra Martin, Copy Editor 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...

A select group of synesthetes can truly taste the rainbow.

The Colorful Eye

Jasmine McGill, Photography 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...

A Tale of Life

A Tale of Life

Abeer Jehanzeb, DA/Events 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...

They Boy In The Red Truck

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...

Flight

Flight

Johnathan Boles, Photography November 8, 2018

Why does a honeybee fly? Perhaps only to feed on the nectar of orchids, or to dance a dance of thoughtfulness with the tulips. Maybe because flightlessness is most fearful.     What...

Darkness holds a fear over everyone’s heart, but how does it resonate in our minds?

Something Down Below

Riley Hardin, Publishing November 8, 2018

Swirling in nothingness seemingly silent yet screaming with noise Down here death bells toll damning those who dared to defy Always searching for the way following the sounds of presumed safety Nothing...

No Oceans

No Oceans

Madison Kalia, Copy Editor November 8, 2018

This poem is a poem in which I drown, in which my lungs fill with ev’ry verb and noun They all start as something else and end like this, start with sweet, soft stuff and end with the abyss like...

Our Home, Ninovan

Our Home, Ninovan

Hailey Alderman, Staff Writer 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...