Category - Creative Commons

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...

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...

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...

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...

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.  

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...

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...

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...

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...