by Sarah Toney (This story contains suicide.) The air was thin and icy. Breathing it in felt like swallowing shattered glass. The city was beautiful from this height and the boy wanted to reach out and feel the warmth of the setting sun. The heaviness in his chest felt a…
By Adiela Akoo I am a flower that bloomsPerfume filtering the airI am a veiled mysteryTo hearts that don’t understandAnd eyes that cannot yet seeI am a reflectionI am a teacherI am a lessonI am the yang and the yinI am the quiet voice amidst the dinI am a stranger,…
By Adiela Akoo When it rains, it pours!! These last few days epitomized this, with no less than four family members being rushed to the hospital, two requiring urgent operations! The usually effervescent energy of the family chat group quickly shifted to a somberness that weighed heavily on the chest,…