“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.

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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

Poetry: “In the Grand Scheme of Things”

She arrived home, leaving her things in her room

Alongside lush sheets sprawled on the queen bed

The chandelier beamed lustrous lights of silver

Onto shelved book spines of golden thread

She stretched briefly and walked to her kitchen

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Poetry: “The Ballad of Melanin”

The sun caught in her raven hair

Rays reflecting hellfire on her skin

Draped in rags, her slumber in her cage

Crowned with rusted metal

Queen of my fields,

How I desire you

Painting of angels surround us

Pale skin … Read More

What Music Means to Us

Kai Jones: “Without Music I Probably Would’ve Gone Crazy by Now”

Music has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. You could categorize my whole family as music fanatics, so it’s only right that … Read More

Song: “Hold On”

“Hold on”

Let me out, let me see the light Pouring in heaps of gold from the window Sure, there are things to do, but I’m taking all my time just looking at you

Thinking about it now, … Read More

Poetry: “Ash”

The blood rushing.

Rushing so fast to my pounding heart in order to help with the fear I have to experience.

The shaking of my hands and the bumps that go all over my body to keep the blood inside … Read More

Poetry: “Halloween Night”

T’was the week before All Hallow’s eve,

I was scared and couldn’t breathe.

As the monster emerges closely,

It’s a battle for my life mostly.

Watching my back as I run to the door,

But the door isn’t there … Read More

Poetry: “Toxicity”

Girl: “I’m as pure as water

Can’t you realize I’m someone’s daughter?”

Girl: “Once I give you love, you’ll just trade it away

Know that I’m a woman who has things to say.”

Boy: “Even water … Read More