Graphic created by Evan Brooks using Wix. Maybe it was because I was naive, or possibly because I felt down on my luck, but I felt like I needed to get away from home. I...
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Poem: How Democracy Dies
Photo credit: Graphic by Evan Brooks using Wix. It’s not when you hear the clashing of steel, No thunderous roars of something so real, The death of a nation, No warzone...
Who do you belong to?
Small angel in a little white dress, Pink pupils a reflection of the rose-colored lenses Worn all too close to the eyes He took her hand and whispered Such strange...
I swear
I don’t really like to curse. They’re words only meant to hurt, Words that were scooped up from sludge, So that when they dried up, They became hard enough to throw And leave a...
The wizard’s empathetic daughter
A long time ago, somewhere out in the countryside, there was a small town. In the biggest house, there lived a humble wizard and his wife. The day the two were married came as no...
Creative Commons: Arthur and the Knights Pt. 2
“There’s not much time,” started Lancelei as he made his way over to me. “There is not much time to explain. The sword has chosen you, we have to get you combat ready! Mordric...
Creative Commons: Arthur and the Knights pt. 1
My father was an asteroid miner. Three years ago, when I was 16, I began working in the same business as him, although I soon learned I was nothing like him. Apparently he was...
The Creative Commons: cropped
so, when i see a photo of my Friends on instagram at a party i wasn’t invited tO and My heartrate flutters, i understand why, but i can’t stOp it but back when my mom was in...
The Creative Commons: passing by
There he stood, across the street — the perfect place for two to meet. Traffic lanes separate any conversation. I was on my walk to class while he waited at the station. I flashed...
The Creative Commons: Left in the summer
It was the smile The way you licked your lips How you always told me you loved me We always drove with the windows down You would look at me and smile It made me blush The wind on...
Eight Stories of the FHG Library: Frat Boy Adventure
Photo by Portable Antiquities Scheme via Flickr It was an eerie and spooky evening. Two dudes, by the names of Chad and Brad, were sauntering towards the library with the intent...
CPR
I wish I could throw all I care about in a coffee cup, stir in some sugar to make it sweeter, and drink it down. It’s exhausting to have bitten fingernails over the battle between...
To Whom It May Concern
To whom it may concern… I’m fine. I’ll be okay. It’s just the thoughts in my head, that won’t ever go away. The ones that rattle all night, As I lie here in bed. Tick, tick...
A Mirror’s Lament
Does she see what I see when I look at her? I hear her sigh softly as she stares, focusing on the same areas of her body every time. Her nose, her back. Features that make her...
Bite the Bullet
While the rest of the city sat along their ruby, satin couches with red wine swirling in their glasses, he lay perfectly flat on his bed with a carton of cigarettes next to his...
The Creative Commons: Leaving Home
Four walls and a roof protected me from the cold and the rain. A place where I slept at night and left in the morning for band practice or first dates in high school. While...
The Creative Commons — Eight Stories of the FHG Library: all the world’s a stage
I stole a book. It was an unplanned affair, and the shortest way of recalling it begins with an article, which boasted that the city’s free library had a book, and that the book...
The Creative Commons: Bed of Sorrows
Seeping from my chest just to be collected in the sheets—my coronary artery pumps sorrow thru my being and sometimes gets a little on my pillow. The water that flows through me...
The Creative Commons: Maze Game
The harsh burning sensation Washes down my body Scratching my throat Coating it Like gas to a flame Your fingers stroke The side of my arms Leaving behind a cold feeling...
The Creative Commons: I’m Not Me
I’m gunna fall out of my skin And lay in a puddle on the floor if I hear your name slither into my ear and coil up next to my brain one more time. Your name constricts my mind...
A picture with no frame
A shadow with no body An ocean with no fish A wheel with no tire A dance without twist A pen with no ink A drawer with no socks A tub with no water A sign with no stop An engine...
Be gentle with my soul
I beg you to be gentle with my soul. My feminine energy can be slightly over sensitive, and she often says things she doesn’t mean. She sleeps restlessly when she’s not held, but...
Tales from the Ram’s Horn Diner
PREFACE Some moments in certain places lend themselves to become a story. The cosmic timing of a situation links itself to become something greater. Some would call this...
Schism, Part 3
You are familiar with how our relationship pans out. It is the very same Tyler from before. He was a tall and slender man, with an exaggerated boyish charm to him. He could’ve won...
Jim Thorpe-Glen Onko Waterfall Trail
Narrow paved roads coiled around the outside of the mountain like a snake slithering around its prey before it’s time to strike. The gravel crunched and popped beneath the...
Tales from the Ram’s Horn Diner
PREFACE Some moments in certain places lend themselves to become a story. The cosmic timing of a situation links itself to become something greater. Some would call this...
Tales from the Ram’s Horn Diner
PREFACE Some moments in certain places lend themselves to become a story. The cosmic timing of a situation links itself to become something greater. Some would call this...
Schism: A psychodrama
Finding a starting point is not as easy as one would think. Deconstructing emotional trauma is hard; it’s like going to the scene of train accident and desperately trying to...
Boy like you
Note to Readers: the content of the panels is meant to be read from right to left. Shelby Gates is a fourth-year English major. ✉ shelby.a.e.gates@gmail.com.
Jenna and Leila
Jenna, Leila and Collin are left standing motionless, speechless, on the front lawn outside the house party watching Mike stumble away. He had his chest puffed and his fists...
Boy like you
Note to Readers: the content of the panels is meant to be read from right to left. Shelby Gates is a fourth-year English major. ✉ shelby.a.e.gates@gmail.com.
Tales from the Ram’s Horn Diner
PREFACE Some moments in certain places lend themselves to become a story. The cosmic timing of a situation links itself to become something greater. Some would call this...
Two dates in one night
I was in my black dress at Seasons 52 waiting for my date to arrive. I had never met this guy before. I had applied for one of those online dating sites, and this guy did not have...
Tales from the Ram’s Horn Diner
PREFACE Some moments in certain places lend themselves to become a story. The cosmic timing of a situation links itself to become something greater. Some would call this...
Jenna and Leila
Jenna was scrolling through her phone while Leila was still getting ready. She was looking at all of the pictures she had of her and Mike. They used to be so happy and seeing all...
Tales from the Ram’s Horn Diner
PREFACE Some moments in certain places lend themselves to become a story. The cosmic timing of a situation links itself to become something greater. Some would call this...
Minutes
It was 3:09 p.m. when we crashed. This was my first encounter with death. It was harrowing in a sense, yet never did it seem unnatural to see the torn, mangled flesh of my friend...
2:31
2:31 Two-thirty-one are numbers It’s 2:31 am and I should be in slumber But my mind is back and forth, and I just wonder Did you care You know life is not fair But time and effort...
She once was
She Once Was She came into this world pure, Everyone’s eyes were on her, She never went unnoticed that’s for sure Someone innocent flawless smooth as a pearl Would one day become...
Jenna and Leila
Beep, beep, beep, the obnoxious sound of her morning alarm woke Jenna from her deep sleep. She rolled over and hit snooze, “Just five more minutes,” she thought to herself. “Who...
Windows at the bus stop
Look up the concrete catalogue of a city apartment building And count the yellow squares. In each one, someone is building a life. A whole world of hopes and fears And...
“Grendel and Beowulf”
Grendel. That was a good king. The famous king, hero of old days, by his good deeds, by giving splendid gifts made sure that later in life beloved companions will stand by him...
Black lives matter
You know for people life can be tough But there comes a point where You can only take so much, Of the inequality, oppression, and systematic evil That has come forth upon One...
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Lucid
The hazy afternoon fades into a rainy evening like a dream, slowly then suddenly. I flip up my coat collar and bow my head like a convict on the run, clenched fists shoved in my...