Category: Creative Writing Supplement

August Ellington |  I stare at the sun. Incandescent rays drown the world and all I see is the sun. A white hot ball of gas. Life itself. My retinas are scorched, and I...

Bailey Wilson |  Silence can be louder than a full symphony  And more delicate than a broken wing And here in this room, it chokes me Takes the air from my lungs and leaves...

Dovonna Meloche |  Some nights start like this, thoughts too mean, too loud. Their oppressive tendrils a vice holding you down.   The hands are your own.   Inhale,   Replace the doubt with...

Emma Marion |  School must be some sort of peculiar punishment that someone made up to torture kids for having too much fun. Instead of being here, I want to go outside and roll...

Christina Jarmics |  To be remembered like the presence of the moon, in the morning or faintly painted on the day’s sky is the dreamer’s wish.   A soft voice whispering “I’m here”  ...

Rachel Fitzgibbons |  I pause when I catch myself talking about you in present tense, Discussing you like you can still change your mind. I always write in past tense, In the was and...

Rachel Fitzgibbon |  You ask why I don’t write you more poetry  Ask why I won’t tell you I love you through words  But you just can’t see that I’ve already given you poetry...