Things might have been different, but they could not have been better. -J.R.R. Tolkien, “Leaf by Niggle” I met you in a foreign land, where you told me I am what could have been. Around us the rain fell in shades of lavender and cool blue bubbles that popped on contact with our skin. [&hellip
Mid-October’s lock screen reads “Don’t fuck with my energy,” And I don’t know how to diagnose Narcissism. Maybe memorizing Gone Girl’s “Cool Girl” finally went To my head. Maybe my head’s Already lost. Someone give me an In-flight magazine before the crash. I secretly like th
Alice, noun; 1. There was a sparrow clasped on the hem of her gray shirt; flecks of orange in a brown braid trailing down; deep eyes; brown, and not at all cursory;around the lengths of the grace and proportion was com•plex•ion, curvature and collarbone; 2. hiding between ribs, an idea; a neck:
By Julia Voyt Pages and pages of 12 size Times New Roman are bled across the paper feverishly, introductions and statistics under methods and conclusions. Not eating food and my bicep is smaller this week I talk faster to my family and I write, write, write. The earth outside smells different and sw
By Emma Gail Compton I made the table I eat dinner at. The wood was cheap but sturdy. The stain I chose is a dark oaky red and makes the small round table seem more expensive than it was. One could find something similar at any store, but this table, my table, I made. I […]
By Lindsay Jankowski Cookbook for life Imagine life came with a cookbook, chock full of suggestions and answers to all of life’s problems. Unsure how to approach your mom about changing your career? Consult page 552 on “mother-daughter conflict” for a step-by-step list. Think you’re going
