Gravity

BY JACKSON BOONSTRA

I fell in love with the books that she’d throw at me on rainy days when we were stuck inside.

As the pages flew past my head, I’d catch glimpses of authors who would open the world up to me one bruise at a time.

Into the Cold

BY CONNOR MCPHERSON

I walked out of my family’s apartment in the West Village of New York City and the cold caressed my face like the cold hand of the grim reaper… This is how I knew that fall was here and that the best summer of my life was now over.

The Only One

BY JOANN NICHOLS

Flakes of you

So surreal.  I’m rotating a value-size pharmacy bottle in my fingers and the ashes inside tumble like the sea I’m standing near.

Try

BY JACKSON BOONSTRA

I don't know what I'm doing

Should I be scared?

I never really know what I'm doing