Kasey CalacciLiteratureMemorieshands at 10 and 2 processing each moment of sunshine as it passes me by like the blurring houses and signs, houses with signs filling the...
Kasey CalacciLiteratureTo My Lavish Rose Quartz SkyI love few things quite like borderline darkness The promising Hopeful Winter 7 am dusk Or the Relaxed anxious excitement of 8 pm summer...
Quinn McNallyLiteratureWhen It Rains, It PoursI was 6 the first time the issue was brought to light. My mom was giving me sharp tugs at regular intervals, reminding me that we were...
Quinn McNallyLiteratureOur Kisses Might Taste Like ChalkThere's chalk in my mouth, chalk on your lips, all chalk coughed from the lungs of black blocks. You always clap erasers with bravado,...
Quinn McNallyLiteratureWild Flowers Native to New YorkThe first time I fall in love, it is with a magnolia. I love her quietly, behind a diary; I watch her from afar, from below, with a sense...
Quinn McNallyLiteratureWhen No One's WatchingIt’s 11:54 when we leave the party. I have to drag her away; she’s tipsy from sneaking sips of my parents’ champagne and doesn’t see the...
Shania WhiteLiteratureThe World in 2035 if Nothing is Done about Climate ChangeThis piece focuses on climate change, more specifically what could happen if this issue is not dealt with accordingly.