Smoldering Dreams — a golden shovel poem after Robert Frost, author of Bond and Free Please, don’t cast your love on me, I fear I’ll splinter. Why has the wide-open country withered to earth and bone. To circling walls. To snow — smothering that which ventures out. A dream she
There’s absolutely nothing like the present Because when retold it is made up Edited in some shape or form You can not capture your emotion quite the same, your laugh or your pain All of those moments lay in different times Remember when we… followed by laughter that could be heard from mil
Growing out of tics at 19 … How do I know my mental health disorder is real Can you get over a mental health disorder … What if my tics go away Can you get over Tourette’s Growing out of Tourette’s Why do I only tic at home … Mental health disorder where you fake […]
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
