I pause and rewind the Tiktokker, his hands dicing an onion paper thin. There is not one hiding among the murasaki sweet potatoes I am saving in the corner of the chipped pantry shelf, shallots substitute. They hit the skillet with a sizzle, the pale purple ghosts around the pan on a slip n’ slide
I function in Times New Roman size 12 font in speed walking for participation points in rows of plastic desks too small for textbooks  It’s a central part of me can’t be severed cause it’s leeched to the flesh of my brain  like that tiredness that lies behind my eyes the tiredness that [&h
As she called on me to read aloud, a memory swirled warm  like a summer breeze across the deep Atlantic: rocking on a black-and-white  checked chair by a gas fireplace where my Mom opened Robert  Frost and we memorized poems together. She sat  close to the flames and melted a h
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 Gabrielle Crone       Only a hillbilly would bring their injured dog to the vet using twine as a leash. At least that’s what our vet, Westley, announced when he saw my grandpa, Charles Bailey, in the lobby of the clinic twine leash in hand. Gizmo had injured his paw, most [&helli
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 […]
