They say we are the future,
I take it and I grin.
They mean well, I know,
but I can’t help the despair seeping in.
Because if they are looking to the future,
the now is of the...
The View from Classroom 2210
In the early morning hours,
As dawn’s light twitches past autumn-stained leaves,
Two sparrows alight the branch outside my window.
Momentarily...
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...
Everyone plays a role
In this movie called life.
Yet I can’t seem to find
My role.
Perhaps I am not meant for any
Role.
Background character?
No, that doesn’t seem right.
Is...
Kelley Calvillo, Opinion and Creative Writing Editor
• December 20, 2022
I rot as I ripen.
A brown apple on the ground
that used to swell with juice in every crevice.
I will be wrinkled and dry,
and who will love me then?
He slips a lock of my hair
between...
I rarely wear them.
The clasp gets jammed and the string is worn,
But the shiny eyes remind me of her—
Of all of them—the women that came before,
So I persist until the pieces sigh together.
Mama...
Three old men live in my house,
Their presence I can't deny.
Although they’re ignored
And often very bored,
They never cease to abide.
Three old men live in my house,
One...
I saw a fat toad on my doorstep.
It spoke to me in its toad words:
“Would you care to dance?”
And I of course obliged.
A pirouette by me
A hop by the fat toad
Movements...
May I come in even just for a bit?
You don't have to engage with me.
I just want to be a part of your kingdom.
As long as I'm visible I’ll be fine.
I say that but I’m still...
We could never be sisters, I tell you.
You have been my friend for nearly a decade. Before and after this conversation, every memory I have will be imbued with you, a reminder that we love each other...
