By Maggie Kennedy “The orange tastes like a refrigerator,” my son says,spitting out his bite and pretending to gag,and though I have never tasted a refrigeratorI know what he means. The orange tastes like the plastic it was wrapped in.And though I have never eaten plastic,the conjured smell fills my…
by Amy Covel Don’t let your dreams die You see, people will kill your dreams They don’t mean to They’re simply using words Voicing opinions Sometimes they’re just having a bad day A bad hour, a bad minute But that bad second Changes you for a lifetime But it’s just…
by Renata De la Cruz Monteón Night starts; leaves, branches dancing with the wild wind while crickets sing love songs.