The Frog That Created Hairs

a poem by (a different) Daniel   Gods shaken by an inextinguishable laugh A Homeric laugh as Homer sang In the song I of his Iliad Made my frog Hela stop talking From “Here she is” That I had left at the waterhole That there is At the foot of the Moradillo de Roa’ hermitage…

Goner

a 50-word story by Daniel   One-by-one, the streetlights POP! Pitch darkness follows.  The sequence comes closer and closer.  The clacking of claws on the asphalt.  Flashes of movement left and right.  DO NOT BLINK.  You’ll miss it.  Legs wobbly… palms sweaty… goosebumps…spine chills.  Ready to fight!?  Gone.  RING! The bell! I’m late!   Daniel…

Silence

a 50-word story by Suman   Constant break-ins and sudden mysterious deaths were a problem in the community. Being home alone made her heartbeat sound as loud as lightning striking the ground. Suddenly she hears an ear-shredding BANG. Tears ran down her face as she shoved heavy furniture to blockade the door. Thirty long minutes…

Upcoming WAGIC/Girl Up! Events

The Women’s and Gender Issues Club (WAGIC) was formed at EHS years ago. The club met monthly to discuss important topics of the day, such as traditional gender roles and various types of discrimination. WAGIC students also helped organize annual International Women’s Day events. Girl Up! is an international organization that empowers girls and women…

Lemons?

a rap/lyrical poem by MALCOLM   Hard decisions, not assigned this ain’t the mission I break down like cars, imma lemon, yellow aura it’s all fitting, drive slow no unwanted attention Sing like Beyoncé, when on open wounds I crush the lemons I pour my soul out, if it burns you, you’re hurting That’s all…

Sirens

a narrative by Ashwin     Sirens. Sirens were all she could hear. The sirens were normal to her. Oh yes, they were. She heard them all the time. She heard them when she brushed her teeth in the morning. She heard them when she cooked dinner. She heard them when she walked her dog.…

We Regret To Inform You

a lyric poem by Isabella   I’m tired of being expected To be what is acceptable for me. Here, practically decaying in my coffin, Feelings I’ve tried to keep sheltered, Though a soul can never stay trapped in isolation While trudging through a town of people stripped of their own minds and Only mourning the…