Imagine ink flowing onto paper. So softly, the particles spread from the golden tip, creating the words that corrupt and consume my brain. The words …
Lark Street Endings by Nancy Koziol
“She kisses a man over coffee.” The black metal square usually contained a mishmash of the little magnetic words. But Julie had arranged these at …
I Once Lost the Ability to Write— And It Took Years to Conquer It
I was 10 years old when I first took a dip in creative writing; except at the time, I didn’t know it yet. I read a …
A letter to my best friend by Lizelle Dsouza
Somewhere between flattery and glorification, I watched the shell of a coconut, a strong, resistant, carefully fronted facade break open to reveal a tender vulnerability, …
Major Depressive Adulthood by Zach J. Payne
There will come a day when you slip, when, despite your best efforts, the alligators in your head will break through. It’s nothing momentous, you …
Oasis by Lillie Busch
My skin bakes beneath my clothes. Dusty dry ground crackles beneath our feet. There is a low humming of bugs, and I know that I’ll …
Thoughts from a Train by Vivien Lin
9:46AM For a Quiet Carriage there is a surprising number of yobs behind me, chattering and screeching away like a family of chimps. From what …
“What Will You Do With That Major?”: Alums Weigh In About English Degrees
When I decided to major in English in college, I was met with skepticism from people who didn’t know me very well or who didn’t know much …
The First About a Boy by Izzy Gappmayer
What first got my attention was the way he held himself. He was at ease in his own skin, the way I never was. He …