What makes us Different – Lady in White?  What makes us Broken – Clocks Looping in a Broken – Record A Scratch of Chalk? Our Chalkboard was – a Sidewalk  Your – Clock Is my Permission Slip – To Slip into my own – Pool Your Broken – Poetry –
Trimmed branches bleed ice, Gray grass murmurs, discontent. Clouded dome white weeps.  Rippled water Reality distorted. Walking back from class.  Small in a big pond Standing at a puddle’s edge Sees upside-down world.  Branches together Pointing, reaching, kissing tips Like cathedral doors.
Did Joseph have to babysit Jesus so Mary could go to her little sleepovers? She must’ve placed a cute baby pout on her lips and told him girls need a bit of fun. Then she’d arrive at Elizabeth’s in her pink bunny slippers, those fluffy ears bouncing along with her tapping toes and stay up [&
By Fara Ling Ah Ma,     A few weeks ago, I realized I have never written Ah Ma a letter. That means I have never told Ah Ma I love you. There’s no way to say it in Hokkien, Ah Ma’s mother tongue. Forcing the syllables wa ai lu to sit next to […]
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 […]