Dec 13, 2013 | Fall/Winter 2013, Poetry
A choice was made Not by one but by two A choice was made And it changed so much Did it matter if neither was sober? This choice was made But a third party came in The choice was made but The person only caused problems Is there justice in the way people can just come...
Dec 13, 2013 | Fall/Winter 2013, Prose
The red light glared angrily in his eyes as he blinked away the sweat and tears that gathered there. He had seen this before. It hung lazily, inoffensively, above the door, but the blood colored sign sent mighty waves of heat over his body. The EXIT sign gave off the...
Dec 13, 2013 | Fall/Winter 2013, Poetry
When I pray I ask for forgiveness When I pray I ask for help When I pray I want for something When I pray I speak in truths When we pray we acknowledge problems When we pray we hope for change A time to pray has come for us A time to pray has come to bare For these...
Dec 13, 2013 | Fall/Winter 2013, Prose
The evening was playing out exactly as Ethan McCollum had hoped it would. He’d began the night with one goal, a mantra of sorts, which he’d repeated to the neatly-groomed image in the cabinet-mirror above his sink: Redeem Yourself. He had known that tonight, the night...
Dec 13, 2013 | Fall/Winter 2013, Prose
Something happened while I was on holiday. I know I was away because the statement—my statement—said so. What holiday, I couldn’t say; all I can remember is that the food was good and that it was the first time I heard the bell. Now I hear it every morning, just...
Dec 13, 2013 | Fall/Winter 2013, Prose
Why do others feel the need to set a standard for fitting into society? You have to look a certain way, talk a certain way, act a certain way. People change who they are just to become “cool” or “popular” in today’s culture. It can make an individual sacrifice an...
