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To My Mom

August 24, 2017 6:44pm | Ennia Hernandez

This is to the little girl who lost her father at the age of three. To her strong independent widowed mother who raised her. To the five year old girl washing filthy knifes while balancing on a chair because she couldn’t reach the sink. To […]

A Mother In The Blink Of An Eye

March 3, 2017 6:01pm | Esmeralda Gamboa

Mia was a 14-year-old girl, her life changed and she didn’t even realize it. She was in love with a boy that was older than her by a couple of years. Nobody knew about them, not even her friends. They had this thing going on […]

Joey Thanksgiving Special

December 9, 2016 5:55pm | Ezra Cromwell

The Crow and Tales

October 31, 2016 5:37pm | Sierra Mills

There was once a crow that would sit on a branch of an old, withered Oak tree outside my bedroom window. I found it fascinating because it would show up only after it rained. I never understood why. One stormy night, I pulled up a […]

Calm Before the Storm: A Writer’s Block Story

October 28, 2016 4:52pm | Audrey Romero

I’m in a writer’s block. I’ve convinced myself not to think. I’m not the same person I was months ago and I’m so grateful for that. However, I’ve just been too scared of going back to the same place I was that I haven’t been […]

What Do I Tell Them?

October 26, 2016 5:10pm | Sierra Mills

What do I tell them now that I have left this body? I gave up? My essence could no longer take it? My soul is tired? What do I tell them now that I have faded and am no longer my own? How much time […]

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August 31, 2016 4:39pm | Sierra Mills

I’m from the roots of willow trees and apple blossoms I am incense smoke. My blood streams epiphanies. I am laced in tear stains and crushed stars that has been weaved into diffracted light. I am from vivid memories and dopamine, Life and Death becomes […]

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August 29, 2016 5:08pm | Sierra Mills

The air is stagnant and dreams spur from the sleepless, creating life below the stars. They burst of wild blue and magenta. The perfect sunset rests in their eyes.

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