Poem by Julia Garcia. Apprehension, Anxiety, Worry, Fear bombard you like freezing rain...
Poem by: Nikita Patel. Sadness comes like tidal waves with rolling wind and hazy eyes.
Poem by: Jacob Stein. Long days in the study rooms of Hume...
Written by: Hannah Powell With winds so blithe we’re off to float awayThrough crystal waves we’ll speed and heave the oarTo see the landscape rushing ocean sprayBetween us full of life to reach the shore A paradise so vast where lovers fledA place where joy and love could not containExcited souls entwined with jokes unsaidBounce… Continue reading Through Love’s Eyes
Written by: Ronak Kanodia It felt like he was lost deep in a dream,Wandering a crumbling kingdom, the end of a regime.An ocean of black clouding his eyes,The feeling of peace, a cacophony of lies A single trail awaits, clouded in mist,A now-black dolphin in a tale with a twist,All alone with a legacy that… Continue reading The Traveler
Written by Derek Pena Hold, sturdy as spiraled mangrovesTrust, placed in ancient mystic waysDrink, the healing deep from these clovesBear, the burden beneath the raysThe tortoise tastes the salty airThis is the blood that we all share March, their steel-capped bones trample throughBurn, they silence and raze our heartPush, build our children's lives anewFight, for… Continue reading Helical Lyric
Written by Nikita Patel You may break us down Into shards of razor-thin glass That tumble from the upper-sphereLike a hurricane of deadly hailYou may splinter our broken heartsUntil our breath is crimson-red And our wings of stellar hope Are tattered and maimed You locked us in a house of glassThat reeks of lime and loneliness You laugh at our… Continue reading Hope in the Dark
Written by Sarah Mellinger, Photo by Billings Brett, USFWS My grandad used to tell meThat freckles were butterfly kissesAnd now when I seeTheir delicate dance in my gardenI know he’s visiting me.I see him in my mother’s eyesAs they light up in awe of the world.I hear him in my brother’s handsAs they pour across… Continue reading “Poem #23”
Crack Cocaine Consider me crack cocaine. Because I am extremely addictive. You won’t be able to think of anything but me once you start your insatiable abuse. I will violently tear your eyes from anything of remote importance in your life and consume the hours of your days. I will steal the souls of you… Continue reading Poetry By Noah Towbin
Poetry by Anisha Saripalli, Photography by Steph Strickland For my dear friend, Carmen Schentrup - Voices, A pitter-patter of sound, A symphony of words heard before you’re seen. Enemies turn the other way When they hear the music. I run into your arms, my friend. I can hear your voice In a crowd. - February… Continue reading Voices