Issues
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my stomps
a poem by Dilen Marra, ’22 I stomp down the path I watch other people tiptoe down the path They look like swans swimming down the river that I once fished at I move with them We are salmon swimming up the stream of life I’ve been stomping for an eternity For if you stomp…
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you are a lie
a poem by Dilen Marra, ’22 Trust me, I know a lot about lies And you are a lie You are the voice in the back of my mind The voice that tells me that I will see the sun, the candle, and the fireflies But, what lives inside of me can tell you otherwise
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unrecognizable
a short story by Sydney Levitt, ’24 Black. All I saw was black as I lost the feeling in my legs. But then I saw a small light that peered through my opening eyes as the cold, wet grass swayed besides me. It felt like the world was spinning around me until I couldn’t figure…
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