The 23rd of April

an excerpt of a short story by Antonio Perret, Class of 2012 Today marks the one-year anniversary of when my little brother passed away. As cliché as it sounds, he was my best friend and the most amazing brother ever. We would do everything together, ranging from playing basketball to just taking a quiet stroll in…

Cold Winter Day

a narrative poem by Antonio Perret, Class of 2012 – Cold winter day leaves bodies frail. One girl continues to wait, ever so pale. This girl waits for a moment of warmth, That may never be destined to come forth.   She waits for a chance at love, But there is no sight of even…

89 Piano Keys

a lyric poem by Anonymous   God, please rid her of awful disposition as when she saw her reflection on red glass. I swear her glare could have cracked the depiction molded by the whispers of strangers who pass. Their hushed words supplied her with ammunition and inveigled withering onto lush grass that forced her…

Without a Voice

an image and meditation by Swati We are human, we consider ourselves tall. We think we are superior to them all. We crush and steal what’s in our path, to improve our lives, but take what’s not ours, like forests and hides. All they want is what they need and that’s to survive, to play, to…

Dark Whisperings

a spoken word piece by Alyssa   You’ve had your fun. All day you’ve been here, PESTERING ME. Now it’s time to go, crawl back to the depths you came from. I DON’T WANT YOU. How am I supposed to sleep with you floating aimlessly about? I am exhausted, and tired, and stressed, and now…

Delicacy

a spoken word piece by Teresa Girls are weak, you say? In your eyes we are egotistical glasses, filled to the brim with ourselves and at the slightest insult to our femininity, we shatter. We shatter? We shatter? I’ll have you know that masculinity is one of the most delicate things I’ve ever seen. It…

Ode to Coffee

by Teresa   Her ached limbs force her brain to awaken And exile herself from her kingdom of sheets and blankets That she has demolished within the span of maybe three or four hours of sleep. She forces herself to stand upon the chilled desert that is her hardwood floor. She stumbles against the dresser,…