Sara McCoy An army of dark freckles chose not to spare an inch of his pale face, Instead smothering his chin and cheeks, Encroaching upon his outer lip and brow, and even daring To invade the whites of one of his soft green eyes. Nevertheless, he was the king of the playground, And with curious… Read More The King of the Playground

Avriana Allen What feeling is worse than Zooming alone with friends who promised to call from home, but somehow forgot to tell you they were too busy to tell you they couldn’t be sure that they’d arrive exactly on time? You have to admit, it isn’t a crime to forget to say, or forget to… Read More Virtually Alone

Evelyn Greenlee I know you as a seashell knows the waves that crash upon it peeking from the sand in rhythms it has come to understand; exactly how the swirls of foam behave. I hear your voice just like the seashell hears the churning softness of each breaking swell. It knows the gentle push and… Read More I am but a seashell