Issues

Baggage

Anonymous, ’24. Nonfiction / Essay. I travel light. The only things I would ever need on almost any trip would be mywallet, my necklace, my phone, and of course a couple changes of clothes. But that’sbasically it. Granted I don’t travel a lot, but when I do, I never end up using thecountless leisure items…
Melt

Kyla Wilson, ’24. Poetry. I’ve watched the snow melt Every fall or winter day, I’ve watched the snow melt Till my hair starts to fray I’ve watched the snow melt Like I’m a cigarette on an ashtray. Now you will watch me melt, As I start to melt away.
I hate being called a snowflake

Anonymous, ’24. Poetry. Snow It’s white, fluffy, and fun Each snowflake is content with its individuality, Its strength grows as many just like it unite, And suddenly, they become snow. a mountain Towering above the neighborhood People stare With disgust Disdain Despair, even. They see the manual labor it takes to Clean out their driveways…
Caramel Leaves

Anonymous, ’24. Poetry. A lonesome palm tree with caramel leaves a sky descends from blue to white not a cloud in sight. Prickly pears, Golden barrels, and San Pedros emerge from amber sand. The sand sees the sea slice the sky in half Close your eyes Crashing waves let out a constant hum Flapping wings…

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