Beneath the Slide By Noel Vanderbilt His hand was small within my grasp warm and sticky like peanut butter smeared on rosy cheeks. I tugged him past the swings, my head lowered, his blue eyes lifted, carefree like waves. Their jeering laughter hung above shattering the playground air into a million
Mackinac Bridge, Fall 2021, Sydney Masteller, Photography
s w i n g s By Noel Vanderbilt Childhood was whirling swings (Woosh. Whir. Again!) and toes peeking out from worn-in blankets. It was laughter skipping from lips slobbering strawberry ice-cream, and yellow lamplight on an open journal. It was a red light in the rain at night (Brake. Squeal. No!) and
Haven of Bones By Beata Huntington Bury me in the forest where the greenery grows thick Water my bones and sow them with moss, shrooms, and lilies Mark my grave with faery rings and make it into something tranquil and sweet May it be a haven for goblins, gremlins, witches, woodland creatures and the
Dressing Room Mirrors By Gabrielle Crone I don’t struggle with body image. I struggle with the image of my body when the shared “party top” barely pulls over my chest. I have an issue with the image of my body when I look into the dressing room mirror after the dress I adored had to […]
Finishing the Cloverleaf, Fall 2021, Adriana Barker, Photography
