The deadly kinds, yes, the piercing arrows that slipped off my raincoat, dripped onto the foil paper of the burrito, my burrito

By Elijah Dahunsi '25 There’s a girl I saw that night, by the house a girl who’s short, with a sullen face, and a gaze, like the pointed...

By Tony Pan '24 When I’m lost I would stand here watching Cars driving at the intersection, turning Left center right...

with each breath my diaphragm spasms red gasping from smarting wounds grasping for words building a fortress for the future

Don’t be too hard on yourself, You are doing your best. Pick up your Bible from the shelf, And God will handle the rest.