Mad by Grazia Bueti, Art Winner

Big Brother by Stacy Wells, Art Winner

...

The Light by Erika Ho

...

Unheard by Erika Ho

...

Remember by Erika Ho

...

Freedom by Erika Ho

Lincoln by Erika Ho

...

Preserve by Erika Ho

...

Untitled by Patrick Frankowski

...

Unsolved by Samantha Henry

...

Poetry


Anna, Undone

Anna wakes at midnight to the distant sound of heavy glass falling to the floor. She squints her eyes and they adjust to the darkness in the bedroom. Pale light filters in through the tree branches outside her window. Her body is sticky with sweat. It’s the middle of...

read more

The Grip On My Heart

Something foreign from what I knew. Conflicting feelings could run so close, merge into each other.   A hand around my heart that squeezes it tight. Holds it’s grip firm. But I can’t say no. Still I know   I should go. Turn and leave this behind. The hand...

read more

Xanadu

Every day I am judged by me. If I continue to do so, I fear I may miss out on vast opportunities… and, if I do that, I fear I will have lived nothing more than a half-lived life.   Guidance from others shows me something I must accept.   Kindness is...

read more

Like Bricks

They are so proud, the little ones with their blocks made to look like bricks. The children stack them into castles and towers. The dim light in the compact room casts long shadows, making their creations look real. He spins in circles holding out his arms that cut...

read more

Strange Sanctuary

Cemetery prayers ring between branches in evergreen groves. Cringing eyes resonate in my chest half-heart hollow, there’s less depth in regret. Withered souvenirs float down from scarred bark to tearstained ground. Cottonball blankets surround our tall boots’...

read more

Cut Tulips

I am amazed as you dance in your vase. How do you spring up and tighten your small stem, swell and unfold, without your earth? How deliciously clever, to grow after being cut. You flourish and whirl- fanatical and heaven-bent as if tugged by the light you were ripped...

read more

For Whom He Planted A Cherry Blossom

I wonder; What was the tune you chose on the drive to the lake? To go further back seems foolish; to the territory of countless preceding questions whose answers you shed in the bitter November water. Your body did not swim and fight towards the convenient shore, or...

read more

The Garden

Hope, faith and courage. and a strange light that seems to fill me. A feeling of warmth and joy as I step forward — a garden of yellow roses, daffodils, trees covered in moss. Butterflies that bid me to dance to the melody of birdsong. A faint smile that grows as the...

read more

A Moment with Rorschach

“Take a look at this photograph” She turns and faces me “Please try to focus” I turn off the TV “Please be honest” Her quivering voice shakes free “Take a look at this photograph” I’ll tell you what I see I see a raging storm Two lovers born To plan with tired hands I...

read more

Prose


Footsteps

When I was but a child I cherished her. Any kind word or praising look would light my face up, but there came a day where she packed her things and hugged me good bye, to start her journey. My world became cold and quiet as I began to hate the town that reminded me of...

read more

The Way Out

Pete stood in the driveway outside of his small apartment complex. He tried to steady his breathing, but knew he couldn’t do anything to prevent the oncoming panic attack. His vision blurred as he looked down at the cracked driveway, and back up at the thick pine...

read more

White Column Stage

Her long black trench coat was Amy’s primary line of defense against the late December chill.  She stood frozen on the gum-riddled sidewalk, her hands wrapped around a brown paper coffee cup, tapping its edges.  Tapping had been Amy’s nervous habit since elementary...

read more

Ana

Ana “I feel… good” The words felt hollow, like always, and she winced just a little for letting them out. Ana shivered. The heat hadn’t come on yet, and the size 4 sweater hung loosely from her wrists. A truck was coming, and she resisted the impulse to swerve into...

read more

“Little” Mommi, the Movie Star

Dear Reader:  I wrote this piece a few years ago, however, considering who I believe are the REAL stars of Hollywood today, I think it really is apropos at this time.  Mommi is an up-and-coming star! “Little” Mommi, the Movie Star By Dr. Diane Cypkin, Media,...

read more

Second Chance

I looked out the passenger window of my black jeep, the rain trickled down leaving the road a blur behind the little streams that twisted and twirled along the glass. I had a deep pain in my stomach that had been tearing my insides apart for days.  I sighed, pushing...

read more

A Bibliophilic Existence

My family couldn't afford a house when I was growing up.  My mother taught mathematics at a community college, and as we all know, community college professors aren't exactly paid handsomely.  My father... well, he is incredibly passionate about baseball, and spent...

read more

Mi Corazón Negro

Tiffany Harrington Neglected Landscapes Professors Martin & Poe September 30, 2011 Mi Corazón Negro Slouched down in the seat of a rusty brown Chevrolet 3100, which sat on three balled factory tires and a doughnut, Amado watched. In his hand, he held a Polaroid of...

read more

The Happiest Place on Earth

It was only eighty degrees out but the white shorts and t-shirt combo she had thrown on in the dark that morning were already sticking to her skin and the driver’s seat she currently idled in. She turned up the AC in her blue Volkswagen Jetta while simultaneously...

read more

Cut

She walked through the hallway and under her jacket she felt it. Like it was a sign saying: Look at me! The overachiever girl who has “nothing to worry about” because she’s the “smart one” cut herself! Look at her! Every couple minutes her hand would go to her other...

read more
The following two tabs change content below.

gterrizzi

Latest posts by gterrizzi (see all)

Skip to toolbar