Pilgrimage

Michael Parke, Staff Writer

January 31, 2018

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In a hotel were two people in a room. The paint on the walls was chipped. Cigarette smoke floated around and they laughed at each other under alcohol and chased each other around the room. They spun and spun and spun until th...

The Plagued Oasis: Part Four

Nick Martins, Staff Writer

January 29, 2018

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The wagon train reached its destination. The capital of the northeastern district, Djaca. The streets were vacant, town square was covered in sand due to a sandstorm, and the dark morning dawn made everything seem more ominous. T...

The Plagued Oasis: Part Three

Nick Martins, Staff Writer

January 26, 2018

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The men were exhausted from a long day. As they patiently waited for Tabia in the camel drawn wagons on the outskirts of Kade, they sung a common song soldiers sing in Aczen before deployment. They can see through my eyes. They see a beast....

Ode to Being Heard

Molly Blanchard

January 16, 2018

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People say silence I say speak up Raise your voice over the people who matter Be loud Be heard Say hello to people that you know No doubt No fear Nothing is impossible Don't be shy Some people are so much...

After Death

Michael Parke, Staff Writer

January 2, 2018

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I stood in the shadow of the cobbler’s across from the bakery. The sun had not yet set. I looked left, then right, then took a piece of wood from my left coat pocket and worked at it with a knife from my right. I looked left th...

The Plagued Oasis: Part Two

Nick Martins, Staff Writer

January 2, 2018

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Kha’em had woken from his slumber. He turned his head to his right expecting Akela to be there asleep and yet she had vanished. Laying there in his bed he looked up into the ceiling. As if he were confined to his bed with c...

The Plagued Oasis: Part One

Nick Martins, Staff Writer

January 2, 2018

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A cloud piercing obelisk towered over the empire of Aczen. A few small pyramids were established next to it curving to the north. The wind carried sand over the empire’s capital. Buildings were made of hardened clay and sands...

Epistle

Michael Parke, Staff Writer

December 20, 2017

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Oh darling, however do you walk? Everyday the same path through darkness, and still your jacket shines brightly against the rain Tell me, Child, do you have friends? How’s the wind blowing? Will you see me again? Oh...

A Stoplight

Michael Parke, Staff Writer

December 20, 2017

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A yellow-framed box of three colors: red yellow green swings in the turbulent winds in the street, moving the wire to and fro, to and fro, creating a dire circumstance to those loops holding the dear thing together wood...

Wintertime

Wintertime

December 20, 2017

War

Michael Parke, Staff Writer

December 18, 2017

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I see five bones sticking out Of the ground— Ten people numb, twenty People impregnated with weird Memories in their heads; Twenty thousand within a psychosis, A self-reflecting twin mirror— The Horror Capti...

Time Machine

Cristielly Prado, Staff Writer

December 14, 2017

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I thought things would heal But time past, a week gone by A year and the scars still are visible Wanting happiness to grow Covering all the pain But they won't fade The dream of building a time machine Going back to th...

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