by Neka Barrera You never thought her confidence, as fierce as the lion on her left bicep, would wilt as deeply as the rose on her right hip. You thought it was you- ignoring her regularly, taking her for granted. The true cause? The skunk who crossed her path on a balmy Chicago summer night- … Continue reading Skunky
By Ian Watts Ego was out walking with Id and Superego again. Those two were gregarious fellows, backslapping types. They led him up the street, flanking him, one to each arm. In either ear they chattered and chirped, nattered and nickered. He’d be tugged to the left – “Look there!” Id’s bellow was rich, dark, … Continue reading The Split
By Elise Leibowitz Cruising down the highway, I saw a line of donkeys, trotting along the dusty sidelines of the road. Accompanying them were two men of medium stature. Their bodies were wiry, yet sturdy. Their skin was the color of a bruised banana peel, dark brown and sweet. Both men were in their early … Continue reading Just For a Moment
By Connor Kreger Chuck had been walking in the woods for 15 minutes when he remembered why he hated walking in the woods. Not only was it hot even in the shade, but it was so humid that he could almost see steam rising from the ground as he waded along. He had tried to … Continue reading Walking in the Woods
By Cheyenne Shrader She felt the muscles in her thighs tense as her heels pushed down and back and down and back propelling her bike forward. Each pedal pushing away the bullshit. The only sounds to be heard were the chirping of crickets, the occasional croak of frogs and the steady mechanical sound of her … Continue reading Pushing Forward
By Sara Chana Brummel A flower is so beautiful. Yet there's always that twinge of dread at the inevitability of them wilting and dying away. That was the feeling I first had when I realized I was in love. I reveled in its beauty and dreaded its ultimate demise. One night, I sat crying when … Continue reading The Rose
It's become a cliche You know the type Self-centered, blonde, tan, fit, Throw in an accent and what do you get? The "jock," "douche," "insert judgmental stereotype" and how quickly we are to hide behind labels. I'm noticing, though, how hard you're trying every sentence you say is punctuated by a furtive glance to see … Continue reading Mask: Part 1
It's gotten to that point in the year when I can't really remember what warmth feels like. Happens annually, kind of amazing how the human mind forgets (as with pain), and now it's February and I've forgotten what it is to walk outdoors and the air doesn't hurt your lungs, when taking a stroll is … Continue reading Gold Curtains
Breathe in Twinkly eyes Breathe out Twisting curls Breathe in That boyish smirk Breathe out Booming laugh Breathe in Strong grip, masculine hands Breathe out Gentle lips, Feigned passion? Perhaps But you looked wistfully at me As I walked away.
Never suggest to a womanThatShe is not her own personShe cannot live without youShe needs your warmth andGuidance.She will smileAnd laugh, teeth shiningCanines pointed andWickedly sharp.She will blink, slowlyHer long mascara filled lashes willRip into your psycheShe reassures you:Don't worry honey, I'm not goingAnywhere.Drink up.