Trace to embrace
Trace the wounds time had left.
Fingertips a spider's-web of healed oopsies and uh-ohs
Embrace the kisses mother nature placed upon your skin, tiny bumps and blemishes...
Audrey Weaver, Creative Writing Editor
• October 19, 2023
A Two Room Apartment, 2023
The man in the tank top winces as I gingerly place a bandaid on his arm. For the most part, his wounds are all bruises, covering his face, stomach, and legs. He sits on the...
I’m on FaceTime with my uncle,
he shows me the TV.
A reporter stands there talking, til
news flash: one, two, and three.
Three cities full of people,
told to run and hide.
They...
Audrey Weaver, Creative Writing Editor
• October 9, 2023
A Coffee Shop, 2023
He spends most mornings with me, just the two of us, alone except for the jazz that plays through the store and the occasional customer. Sometimes, he doesn’t even buy a coffee;...
Kelley Calvillo, Opinion and Creative Writing Editor
• October 3, 2023
She is made of ugly words and unforgiving truths and if she does not write them down, she will drown in them. There is a man beside her, and his arm brushes hers. He smells like her dad’s cologne and...
Audrey Weaver, Creative Writing Editor
• September 22, 2023
The bell over the door chimes as it opens, and I look up to greet the customer walking in. The morning is young, and the sky is a soft purple as the sun rises, warm and comforting amidst the harsh chill...
Audrey Weaver, Creative Writing Editor
• June 5, 2023
Walking along a dirt road, bare feet brushed by sand, dragging a stick across the soft surface, her eyes droop with exhaustion. Long desired sleep far from near, she keeps walking along the dirt road....
Trigger warning: Mental Health
If you or someone you know is experiencing suicidal thoughts or actions, help can be found at samhsa.gov or by calling the Helpline at 988.
“Torch Titan,...
Audrey Weaver, Creative Writing Editor
• March 24, 2023
I dedicate this poem to the strong women in my life.
To my Great Grandmother
Who lived her life in one town.
Who worked day and night,
Unseen and unheard.
Who cared for her family...
I grew up in a Mexican family with Mexican food, Mexican values, and the main language of Mexico. I would be just a normal Mexican girl living the typical Mexican lifestyle if it weren't for the soil I...