Muse
I will sing your name to the stars so they know who to shine for And when these stars…
Photograph of My Mother
Whitewashed and faded, as memories often are You stand next to my father outside a house I do not recognize,…
A short story: The old man and the kid
Graphic created by Evan Brooks using Wix. Maybe it was because I was naive, or possibly because I felt…
Poem: How Democracy Dies
Photo credit: Graphic by Evan Brooks using Wix. It’s not when you hear the clashing of steel, No thunderous…
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…
I swear
I don’t really like to curse. They’re words only meant to hurt, Words that were scooped up from sludge, So…
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…
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…
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…
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…
The Creative Commons: passing by
There he stood, across the street — the perfect place for two to meet. Traffic lanes separate any conversation. I…
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…
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…
CPR
I wish I could throw all I care about in a coffee cup, stir in some sugar to make it…
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…
A Mirror’s Lament
Does she see what I see when I look at her? I hear her sigh softly as she stares, focusing…
Bite the Bullet
While the rest of the city sat along their ruby, satin couches with red wine swirling in their glasses, he…
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…
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,…
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…
The Creative Commons: Maze Game
The harsh burning sensation Washes down my body Scratching my throat Coating it Like gas to a flame Your…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Schism, Part 3
You are familiar with how our relationship pans out. It is the very same Tyler from before. He was a…
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…
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…
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…
Schism: A psychodrama
Finding a starting point is not as easy as one would think. Deconstructing emotional trauma is hard; it’s like going…
Boy like you
Note to Readers: the content of the panels is meant to be read from right to left. Shelby Gates is…
Jenna and Leila
Jenna, Leila and Collin are left standing motionless, speechless, on the front lawn outside the house party watching Mike stumble…
Boy like you
Note to Readers: the content of the panels is meant to be read from right to left. Shelby Gates…
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…
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…
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…
Jenna and Leila
Jenna was scrolling through her phone while Leila was still getting ready. She was looking at all of the pictures…
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…
Minutes
It was 3:09 p.m. when we crashed. This was my first encounter with death. It was harrowing in a sense,…
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,…
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…
Jenna and Leila
Beep, beep, beep, the obnoxious sound of her morning alarm woke Jenna from her deep sleep. She rolled over and…
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…
“Grendel and Beowulf”
Grendel. That was a good king. The famous king, hero of old days, by his good deeds, by giving splendid…
Black lives matter
You know for people life can be tough But there comes a point where You can only take so much,…
Lucid
The hazy afternoon fades into a rainy evening like a dream, slowly then suddenly. I flip up my coat collar…