The New Hedonism

BY SHAWN MORGAN

I’ve lost my share of friends. Not in the mortal sense, but the economic. I grew up in a middle class-community, one that was built to house the post-boomer generation as they started families. Since they were low-level employees, they didn’t have any real say over how their employers behaved. As the local companies grew, they relocated, and our neighbors all moved before their kids were grown.

Waves

BY SHALEY RONAN

Sharp cold crashing waves.

They rush over me.

They drag me under. 

Until I reach the bottom.

Rain

BY SHALEY RONAN

Water droplets fall from the sky,

flowers yell with excitement,

people scream in sorrow.

Shades

BY SAVANAH HIPPERT

Golden sunlight pours onto your sleeping face,

as I try to entangle myself next to you 

like freshly stitched white lace.

Box

BY SAVANAH HIPPERT

Dust collected in my nose as I pulled an unopened box out from under my bed. The imprint the box created over the last five years remained visible in the tan colored rug, next to it was a dried up droplet of nail polish. 

An Entire Afternoon

BY SAVANAH HIPPERT

He once took an entire afternoon to make a fire pit in my backyard.

It once took me an entire afternoon to de-flame a fire.

The fire pit he created became a home to all of the memories we shared. Some were of a teddy bear’s red and white soft material that slowly lifted with the breeze and blew towards the sky in smoke.

Pigementation

BY SADE COMISKA

Disappointment, disappointment, 

                                     my skin, dark as the shadows. 

                                              Disappointment, disappointment, 

                                              my skin, dark as the shadows. 

Our Land

BY ROBERT LEBLANC III

My people lived on this earth in peace.

The earth beneath us was our Mother and the sky above us was our Father.

The sun would set and the light would cease 

and everything and everyone were in harmony with each other. 

Toe to Toe

BY PETER ANDEREGG

Why do I have a bowtie?  I hate bowties.  They gave my father a bowtie in his coffin.  He looked like a waiter.  He wasn't a waiter.  He was a shoe salesman.  Never wore a bowtie in his life.  When he got married, he was naked.  They were both naked.  On a nudist beach in Florida.  It was a thing.  It wasn't a philosophy.  The old man didn't like layers of fabric blocking his view of women.  My mother should have known right then it wasn't going to last.

Nature Boy

BY HANNAH BRITTEN

There was a boy

a very still and quiet boy

he saw the world for what it was, and it was

like calloused skin and unrequited love

Do You Remember Sputnik?

BY ALEX O’NEIL

Do you remember Sputnik? Maybe you weren’t alive in 1957, but you remember hearing about it at least. Perhaps in a classroom, or your parents telling you a story about where they were at the time or some bullshit. Could you imagine it? The first successful space mission!

Dear Wife

BY JONATHAN MUNROE

I poured out of the left side of our bed, yes, the left because that’s the side my wife decided to push me off of today. I carefully opened the door and closed it quietly behind me. Yesterday she pushed me off of the bed with violent kicks and a punch to the face, so you can say today was a good start. Getting angry doesn’t make much sense because I know it’s really not her fault.

If All Humans Were to Disappear

BY CHARLOTTE SCHOFIELD

In the first few hours, almost all of the civilized world will fall into darkness. Without humans to run the plants that provide electricity, cities will fall dark and the night sky will light up. The only power still available would be in areas with hydro-electric plants that run on water like in Niagara Falls. This could realistically last for a couple of years; if they are fortunate enough not to have a part break without repair.

Darkness Looming

BY SHANNON GUGARTY

All told, it is truly a Beautiful day.

The sun is bright and shining.

The grass has turned to reds and yellows,

And the trees have donned their fall collection attire.

Ode to Happy Endings

BY EMMA M. FRIARY

A. Boy meets Girl. Boy falls in love with Girl. Girl falls in love with Boy. They live an ordinary life made extraordinary by their love and their time spent together. They have their 2.3 children, a golden retriever, and visit the Cape during the summer. They die Notebook style in each other’s arms.

Purple Marshmallow

BY JENNIFER MOORE

During winter months at Farley, I was a member of “the walking crew”: a hoard of students that walked behind a designated teacher down the red-carpet-concrete to the train of cars that waited to pick them up. It was my favorite part of the day. When glue sticks were taken out of mouths, scissors were put away, and classes ended, we exercised our tiny feet across the basketball court and down the driveway to meet our parents.

The Dying Sea

BY JAY REISS
The first time I left the United States was with my sister on a trip to the Middle East—Israel—the ‘Holy Land.’ Israel is constantly recruiting Jews from around the world to move there. For many Jews who make aliyah (moving ‘back’ to Israel) the birthright program is their first step. While I am grateful to have toured Israel and seen some of the most sacred and contested land in human history, I am not planning to move anytime soon.