Words are a Dammed up River Waiting to be Released

Words are a Dammed up River Waiting to be Released

Alyson Meyers, Poet November 21, 2021

One day your words will flow right to the next Your sentences will form stories Your stories will make worlds These worlds will make people, places and things And readers will fall in love...

Phoenix, the oldest horse on the range at 29 years old. Drinking from Krueger’s Pond on Oct, 9th. Heading into the Winter of 2021 looking great. What a moment to reflect on her past.

The Wild Pryor World

Forellen Bonham, Reporter November 19, 2021

I have never been in a more calming and stress-free place. Between the balance of life and death and the freedom and naturalness of the wild horses, it is a place of trueness.  It is a unique and genuine...

Short Story: Dissociation Posed Through the Eyes of a Narrative

Jessa Collins, Fiction Writer November 19, 2021

     Like any ordinary evening, she looks in the mirror to view a face unrecognizable and strange. She picks up her toothbrush and sees hands that are not her own. The toothbrush buzzes, and she forces...

Short Story: Broken Rainbow

Short Story: Broken Rainbow

Maddie Potter, Fiction Writer May 18, 2021

     The wind swirled through the thick canopy above. A cool mist signaling the beginning of a storm fell on Grace’s cheeks as she toed along her 4-year-old son and 8-year-old daughter, followed...

Poem: Fish

Poem: Fish

Maddie Potter, Poet May 10, 2021

We’ve all heard the metaphor  High school, a school of fish Constantly swarming, changing, filled with life Fish tied closely to their school Reliant on the others for safety in numbers If...

Poem: lovely nothings

Poem: lovely nothings

Maya Dawson, Poet May 4, 2021

Behind walls that smell of bleach a man preaches immortality, pretty words on white paper, a legacy of empty promises and unfulfilled dreams.   He tried to teach me to write a sonnet, once, to...

Poem: Watered down

Poem: Watered down

Maya Dawson, Poet April 29, 2021

Raindrops race down cafe windows like playful schoolchildren, the street beyond fading to a watercolor of blues and greys, headlights twinkling like stars through the watery veil. The woman at the counter...

Artwork by Zoe Watts

Poem: Best Years of my Life

Zoe Watts, Poet April 27, 2021

“These are the best years of your life” That’s what my father told me once As the worries about Highschool clogged my mind   He said they were the best of his Running around with...

Short Story: Surrounded

Short Story: Surrounded

Haylee Williams, Fiction Writer April 27, 2021

     Dangerous, that’s what they called it. Winding vines and twisting branches give a false illusion of safety, that’s what they always said. Deep green leaves and colorful flowers are no longer...

Poem: Wishbone

Poem: Wishbone

Maya Dawson, Poet April 25, 2021

some days we are sinew and bone, plucked from carcass like afterthoughts and wrapped in rotting linen, sun-bleached and silent until the marrow is dry, prettier at the precipice of being nothing at...

Poem: Red, Blue, and Everything in Between

Poem: Red, Blue, and Everything in Between

Haylee Williams, Poet April 22, 2021

Red was always your color. Red hair, red clothes, red car. It was your color and no one else's. It defined you, inside and out. Red lips, red words, red shoes, red laughter.   Red hot warm skin,...

Poem: Leaves

Poem: Leaves

Maddie Potter, Poet April 20, 2021

Connection, like leaves on a tree A web of relationships  A sturdy wood base Society, linked and harmonious But with autumn, comes the fall Cold spreads like a virus Rapidly leaves drop Connections...

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