Fiction: “My Ghost”

To My Ghost,

It was nice to see you again today, and I promise, I will find a name for you soon. Today, I had a super long day at work, but I’m glad to be home now to … Read More

Poetry: “Prosperity”

Moving on is the hardest part of things,

Leaving behind what was once the most important thing to you is an everlasting pain with nothing but a constant reminder of what you’ve lost. 

Or so I thought. 

You see, many … Read More

Poem: “Why?”

Why?

That’s a loaded question, isn’t it? You could have a million answers to such a simple question, and yet… none of them could satisfy me.

Why?

I never understood why you did what you did, but then again, when … Read More

Fiction: “Jordan Brown, CSI”

It is currently 5:15 on a Monday afternoon, August, 2018. My name is Jordan Brown.

I am part of a CSI Unit for the police department of JCPD. There was a crime scene that occurred earlier today. It happened … Read More

A Letter to Myself

Hey. I know you’re trying your best, and I’m proud of you so far. Ever since he left you found that happiness does not come from him or anyone else. It comes from you and only you. I know sometimes … Read More

Sonnet: “Your Graduation”

Today is the day, the day of late June,

A summer’s day, so bittersweet, and alas,

A night to remember under full moon,

A day of preparing and time for mass.

Graduation hats, plus caps and nice gowns,

It is … Read More

“Stats”

I wake up before the sun can rise, with a bare back and swollen eyes.

But that does not matter; I got kids to care for.

Women in sub-Saharan Africa collectively spend about 40 billion hours a year … Read More

“119”

At approximately 7:30, the loud sound of chatter is welcomed in my ear, along with the ears of six other people. All the people on the bus make for a fascinating ride. Once I get aboard, I’m greeted with a … Read More

Poetry: “America”

America is now presented as a country in shambles To live here is more than a gamble There is no more black or white you’re surrounded by gray And you are persecuted if you happen to be gay An inner … Read More

Hello, Future Me

Hello, Future Me. I am you in the past.

I wonder if you accomplish everything thing you wanted. I’m hoping you made mom proud of you. I know we both suffered from this thing called anxiety. I was wondering … Read More

Fiction: “Detective John O’Connor, BPD”

My name is John O’Connor and I am a detective in the Boston Police Department and this is my report on the events of January 16th – January 25th 2008.

My partner James Ryan and I were heading out to … Read More

Poetry: “Likes”

Social Media Is All We KnowIt Runs Our LivesHow We Talk How We ActWhat We SayWhen We Say ItWhat We Do How We Do ItWhat Is The Language Of Likes?They Control UsThey Comfort UsThey Wipe Some of Our Insecurities AwayCan … Read More

Poetry: “Christmas”

The day before Christmas, hanging by the fireplace, lies our unstuffed stockings

Everyone is rushing down the halls while the clock is tick tocking

Many kids patiently awaiting by the window to watch the reindeer flocking

Bundling up into winter … Read More

Poetry: “Christmas Day”

The morning sky is white, snowy, and cold.

The sound of the bells never grows old.

Santa Claus is coming out at midnight,

Which means he has already taken flight.

Children are laughing, making it super merry.

… Read More

Memoir: “New Home”

Sat on the floor of their new home, the family ate. As their voices softly echoed, harmonizing with the tinkering forks and spoons, the walls of the house yawned. It had been quite a while since it had been occupied, … Read More