By Keira Footer Graphic by Josie Zevin It’s hard to picture a world in which I don’t have a little sister:  a nagging in my ear, a person to protect. It’s strange to think  that there was once a time without extremely competitive uno games and fights over the first player Wii remote.  I wouldn’t trade it for the world —  laughing until our faces are pink, silly secrets and  random hangouts. She’s only nine, soon to be ten, and somehow  she teaches me more about myself  than a

By Gabriel Martins There will come a day where it will all make sense. Where the lines that cut the rolling haze, coating the black Atlantic, stops fading deeper in the wind. Where each silent night will burn less. You won’t chew through concrete. Every chapter comes easier, and turning pages stings less. Marks over yards of bones will tell your stories. You are here. Now. Breaking, as second nature. The water that sparkles out your window.

By Simon Borokov Graphic by Catarina Koehler Have you ever tried to write along with the tempo of music? I find that it’s awfully hard I...

By Isabel Sharma There were nights when I walked home alone fell down on my bed and when I peeled my shirt off my shredded body I thought of the day when hands that weren't mine had done the same thing a lullaby filled the air that night laced with a black bird's song but my human skin is hidden behind my eyes and I could never really tell what it looked like or if I even smiled to the song or whether I just grimaced as the soft air around me revealed the pain of the thorns p

By Angelica Marin Oh, to be a girl  to put ribbons in your braids  and crave vanilla ice cream.  To lose yourself in a book  that no one...

By Angelica Marin With the sound of my fears  and in the shapes of my memories.  The sea laps the sand quietly.  It feigns innocence as...

by Keira Footer My intent behind this poem was to explore how a relationship—whether romantic or a friendship—that starts out fulfilling...

Never settle for a one-sided love. By Tyler Davis she loves me  she loves me not i hold her in my arms with the sweet indulgence that is...

A letter to myself. By Sakshi Vasvani “Come here, sit, and write tell me, how's your life been? Tell me those things you desire that have...

How I wish to be lost in forever with you. By Catherine Knox An ever-greedy abyss steals time lost, as the hands of what create seconds...