By KALEIGH DELBRIDGE, December 17, 2021 “on Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer” and so on— the night was clear and the moon shone bright,...

By JARON HOWARD, December 17, 2021 Flour and sugar walls stand together Candy cane arches lead to the door Gumdrops dance upon the roof...

By SERENA PIETERS, December 7, 2021 The world has been wounded And we have panicked Shut our doors Wrapped our wounds Trusted no one But...

By JOSHUA WALLWORK, December 7, 2021 I am me This is who I am I ain’t nobody else If you think I’m Elon Musk Or if you think I’m Darth...

By AIDAN CARR, December 2, 2021 the water trickles through, snaking, slipping, slithering, guided by its master, sliding down the cracks....

By SALEM WALLACE, December 1, 2021 Embrace me dearly Against the breast of the sky Hold me like no one

(Congratulations to all the brave, dauntless seniors who have overcome this horrific task) By AL SCHADE, November 30, 2021 It was a gray,...

By SELIA CROUCH, November 16, 2021 Tell me why you act the way you do— like a selfish kid. It’s sick. You just stand there like I’m...

By ALAINA TRUMBULL, November 15, 2021 I don’t wash my dishes. When I put them in the sink I let them sit there and I stare at them. I sit...

By CARA MCMILLEN, November 14, 2021 your own little world— no lights, no life just you, boxed in Is it cold or does the soil insulate...

By ALLIE BEENE, November 12, 2021 narrow paths strangle me as my eyes dart back & forth a street etched with alleys, hoping you don’t...

Spooktober Winner!! By COLE BANGERT, October 31, 2021 Image by ALANA HALSTED With a pitiful scream, the man fell from the building, body...

Spooktober Finalist! By ADDYSON HALSTED, October 30, 2021 The definition of serene, he holds himself like a king. He cannot be more in...

Spooktober Finalist! By KENNEDY DARTS, October 29, 2021 Beware Beware the woman she stares With eyes full of black until they attack....

By ANONYMOUS, October 18, 2021 I am autistic. Not a “person with autism” for it is not something I own, it is me. I have been a social...

By STEVIE KILGORE - October 7, 2021 Even through the thick smoke of cigars, Jean knew she drew everyone’s attention. Perhaps it was her...

by KAELYN POSTON September 28, 2021 Friends in tears from endless slander, What did they do to deserve this banter? Memories haunting,...

By STEVIE KILGORE, September 21, 2021 It always felt damp in the putt-putt lobby. Not in a chilling or quietly ominous sense, but a...

by DREW COLLINS - September 14, 2021 Traveling, an endless fixture awaiting tracks not there— not all junctions need courses, but her...

by ALLIE BEENE - September 1, 2021 I gaze upon the patchwork quilt of land below me. squares and rectangles of soybeans, corn, and wheat,...