Category Archives: 2015-edition

 It is a world of disorder we live in. Said the kettle to the pot, a look of certainty gleaming- eyes on a kettle? Surely the kettle does not realize it was once within rock and that in the right … Continue reading →

She smiles at him, and he does not realize until later that she had meant it sincerely. He writes her a letter, figuring the rarity of paper and ink would impress unto her his sincerity, so that she could not … Continue reading →

Artwork by Kyle Patterson

Artwork by Kyle Patterson

I hold my own hand Walking on cracked dreams They poke and stroke upward Soft and hardly in heaven   Walking through the undergrowth Whispers tickling ears with frosty bites Texture everywhere, in on everything All the skin and light … Continue reading →

The wood shines through itself Newly lacquered and awaiting its first blemish A circle with corners Jagged with the bursts of a thousand stars It is the window into wonder we each dream of Outside the woodlands woo and caw … Continue reading →

  My soul divided. Perfection Distilled and ascended, A pure and magnificent mist. Avarice, Envy, Selfishness, and Apathy Congealed, sloughed and sank. Me, I was mostly Apathy. I looked back Over my dark shoulder as My perfect self Shimmered toward … Continue reading →

On the edge of a cliff, her head in a cloud Weighin’ her life’s value, should she call it quits? The jeering voice of her mother Echos ‘gainst her skull, loud, Needlin’ her “Go-head, loser, and jump!” “Six a one, … Continue reading →