by Travis Michaelis Long had I heard tales of the abandoned church overlooking the town of Ashbrook. With its peeling wooden walls reminiscent of fingernails being pulled back to reveal putrid flesh below, and its slanted roof threatening to collapse in the final touches of the church’s death throes, it…
by Kelly Sicard Is life merely handed down? Yellow high-tops snuck from sister’s closet, sun-kissed freckles passed from Dad’s DNA, ripened stories picked from Mom’s memories, salty sayings and second chances from little brothers. How much of me, if anything, is baked from scratch? My morning tea steeps the familiar brand found in my childhood kitchen cabinet. The thick batter I pour…
by Jesse Teller She was crying. I was in a cardboard-cutout restaurant, a place we have seen over and over again, trying to eat a soulless meal while I stole glances at my college Lit book. And this girl was weeping. It was the kind of crying you do when…
by Travis Michaelis Long had I heard tales of the abandoned church overlooking the town of Ashbrook. With its peeling wooden walls reminiscent of fingernails being pulled back to reveal putrid flesh below, and its slanted roof threatening to collapse in the final touches of the church’s death throes, it…
by Kelly Sicard Is life merely handed down? Yellow high-tops snuck from sister’s closet, sun-kissed freckles passed from Dad’s DNA, ripened stories picked from Mom’s memories, salty sayings and second chances from little brothers. How much of me, if anything, is baked from scratch? My morning tea steeps the familiar brand found in my childhood kitchen cabinet. The thick batter I pour…
by Jesse Teller She was crying. I was in a cardboard-cutout restaurant, a place we have seen over and over again, trying to eat a soulless meal while I stole glances at my college Lit book. And this girl was weeping. It was the kind of crying you do when…