Bio: I have a passion for photography because I can forever document a moment I want to remember. I enjoy being in nature, camera in hand, and enjoying the sights, aromas, and sounds of my surroundings. I enjoy using photography as a way to show the beauty of nature both on the macro and micro…
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Archived: Modern Man by Eric Reyes
Goodnight Moon… Hello Nightmares The fifth layer of my internal hell I wake up to find my conscious altered Flaming down like Icarus fell Hello Sun… Goodnight comfort An abstract painting of real life Typical feelings of anxious expression The conscious mind falls on the knife…
Archived: Night Glow by Gracie Marquez
Bio: I am a 1989 graduate from Aims, and I have always believed that Aims was a great school back in the day. And, I still believe that to be true today, and that is why I have 3 out of 4 of my children attending currently (with the 4th not too far behind in…
Archived: Spring Blossom by Gracie Marquez
Bio: I am a 1989 graduate from Aims, and I have always believed that Aims was a great school back in the day. And, I still believe that to be true today, and that is why I have 3 out of 4 of my children attending currently (with the 4th not too far behind…
Archived: Pacific Moon by Gracie Marquez
Bio: I am a 1989 graduate from Aims, and I have always believed that Aims was a great school back in the day. And, I still believe that to be true today, and that is why I have 3 out of 4 of my children attending currently (with the 4th not too far behind in…
Archived: The Ghost Life by Tiffany Wohlgemuth
I still remember the burnt candles in the crawl space beneath our home. Fear shook me, and I loved it. On that day, my interest in the paranormal was ignited. The year was 2000, and we lived in a beautiful five-bedroom, hardwood floor, hundred-year old home. My family and I were ecstatic until things started…
Archived: Battle of the Snow Fort by Acey Jendzel-Scott
The siblings call in triumph; At last! It’s done! They proudly stand before Four cardinal walls of Snow – The beast watches She plots! She prowls! This wretched construction Has no place in her yard – The smaller sees her first What’s that? Look out! A monster with a black pelt Is racing towards their…
Archived: It is the First Spring without You on the Patio in the Morning For Melville Kitty 1996-2011 by Meg Spencer
Plush black and white tuxedo feline Fountain of whiskers, amber eyes blink, blink, blinking I sip sweet organic Gumitindo while reading the new york times it’s the first spring morning without you on the patio, curled up like a comma drowsing under trailing trumpet vines squirrels chatter, flickers tap, tappity, tapping crabapple tree blossoms, a…
Archived: Ticket on a Greyhound by Meg Spencer
In the pastoral Blue Ridge Mountains, young women followed in the tradition of their mothers and sisters to attend Woodson College, a private women’s college of 800 students. During freshmen week at Woodson, girls arrived in Mercedes and Lincoln Continentals with their fathers—bankers, CEOs, politicians, and their mothers who cancelled Country Club tee times to…
Archived: Peppercorns by Jasmine Szabo
Rain pitter patters against my window in a soft, melancholy beat. The rhythm is familiar; the song is a crescendo that soothes even the faintest of heart. Dreary Sunday mornings like this, where it is never fully day or night, are rare. With both parents out of the house and no plans for the day,…
Archived: The Note by Jasmine Szabo
I always loved the summertime. Elaina Martin, my dearest friend, used to come visit me during the long summers. We met in private school. Although she was of a well-to-do, wealthy family from the Cape and I, of a small farming community on a scholarship, we became fast friends. The first time Elaina came…
Archived: Sacred Moments by Sandra Bates
Dare I to tell you of Sacred Mount Sana in Finland? Tell you things you may scoff at, criticize, or disdain? I hope you’ve had these experiences too; if you haven’t, you may say my words are ghosts and untrue. I dare to spill my feelings and let the story unfold. A tale of possibilities,…
Archived: Last Breath by Sandra Bates
“The fat one’s no good. While she’s out, get me oxygen. In the hall. Do it now while she’s gone! The doctors don’t matter. They’re stupid. I know everything about this. I need 12. They are only giving me 6. I need 12! Get it! Do as I say. Get it now!” Conflicted, grief-stricken, obedient….
Archived: Benumbed, I Slept by Gil Ochoa
Benumbed, I slept in the old house of winter as the Earth and sea began to stir. No creature sighs of grief when the thaw washes land, when the green awakens from the stone. Burrowers shake off their sheets of dirt. The soil hums with the murmurs of their dreams. A flock of birds sing…
Archived: The Challenger by
The day was January 28th, the year 1986, the time 11:41 … a muggy day like every day in Florida where I grew up. The skies were the blue of Jimmy Stewart’s eyes in Rear Window. So clear and clean like the sheets hanging on the clothesline outside. I was 16 and playing hooky from…
Archived: Scara by Madison Williamson
The most vivid thing I remember about my dance with death is staring down the throat of a Golden Retriever. That, and watching a purely white towel become ruined by my own blood…I should start from the beginning. It was my parents’ wedding anniversary and I’m sure they had a romantic evening planned, although my…
Archived: Earth Travels by Madison Williamson
Log Entry 10 So far, this planet is quite plain. It has fantastical views and what not, but nothing too extraordinary. Humans are weird creatures. I have always heard that they are these incredibly intelligent beings, but they still wipe their own bottoms. How pathetic. They also sleep for recreational purposes, which I find odd….
Archived: Identity by Lalitha Rachapudi
Wearing his white cotton dhoti, a white cotton shirt, a black coat and a white topi , Subba Rao a vakil at the New Municipal Court in the city of Rajahmundry set out of his tile roofed house. Drawing water from the well in the backyard his wife called out, “Get home before dark. The…
Archived: Duck Tails
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Archived: TOGETHER FOREVER by Jane Oakeley
Missing for seventy-five years found in a melting glacier he a shoemaker and she a teacher a prolific Swiss couple Marcelin and Francine, had seven children she never climbed the glacier before and never would again. I imagine the fragrance of wine on their breath the sound of their laughter Marcelin singing sunshine on blue…
Archived: Yes, I am by Chivon Hernandez
I never thought it was a big deal, that I was Mexican and couldn’t speak Spanish. I grew up in a small country town where my cousins and I were the only Mexicans in our school besides maybe one other family. It was never brought to my attention that this was a bad thing. Growing…
Archived: Colors by Courtney Vanden Bos
Colors are different, beautiful and longing. Dark and stormy. How do you see colors? With the wind in the morning? With the rain to wash away yesterday’s sorrows? Or, as the color of a rainbow after a storm? Colors, are different for me. Red for the blood that runs through my veins keeping me alive….
Archived: Beauty by Tyler Swoboda
Growing beauty In a bed of Friend and foe You will become Magnificent Though not yet Now you are no Different from Your neighbor One day you’ll have Bright petals but Not right now Now you are a Green stem waiting For beauty
Archived: Famous by Timothy Meier
“I just talked to a news reporter. I’m going to be famous.” Guy bounced on his toes and smiled proudly at his coworker. She looked back at him with a mostly understanding smile and replied slowly, “You is famous?” “Yep, I’m going to be famous. The newspaper wants to write an article about me.” “Why…
Archived: The Fear Catcher by Erik McCrain
Getting out of bed had become easier for me. It used to be impossible for me to get out from under the covers. I put a dozen alarm clocks on the other side of the room. When all of them blared at once, it forced me to get out and shut them all off. Even…
Archived: Fault Lines by Kali Rice
The last judgement is one of my own construction With futile consolation I reach a vain junction This endeavor seemed to consume me in a desperate fervor And left me weakened in the blue glow of machine-light It’s a splintered road from here on out I expected too little to be so full of doubt…
Archived: Tanka by Gail Kuroda
Orange yellow red leaves confused on branches. Sleet snow / almost rain surprises inhabitants. Is it winter or autumn? Bio: Gail Kuroda works in the Libraries of UNC and the High Plains Library District. She likes to take writing courses to exercise the creative part of her brain. Gail considers herself more of an essayist…
Archived: Speaking Silently by Heather Taranto
I was both nervous and excited. As I walked into the classroom, my excitement growing in my chest much like that of a child on Christmas day, I slowly made my way to my chair choosing the seat closest to the door. While I was sitting in my cold hard chair and waiting with anticipation…
Archived: System Report by Erik McCrain
Man be blessed and drones be praised, We give our drives to thee. Command us not to overclock, And reformat us in your image. Thank you for code-to-text, And blessed be text-to-speech. Program us to better serve, And please renew our warranty. We are indebted, yet still we ask, In proper, British tones: Why must…