Parents

A girl once told me that she was mad at her parents. Little did she know I had a lot of experience in that field. Not as a parent, but someone who missed them. I asked, “Why are you mad at them?” To which she replied “My mother’s just always on my back about everything.”...

December 14, 2015 – Poetry Corner

Boobie Pride  by Emma Horst-Martz and Grace Sheeran   In the West it’s all about the best breast we push up and pad, we chicken cutlet ourselves mad. but now the hipsters help the small chested sisters, making fads saying small boobs are rad then what happens when my itty bitty titties aren’t considered so pretty?...

She Was a Goddess

Daniel Jacobson had the swagger of a pubescent fourteen year old who had just learned to shave. This was because Daniel was a pubescent fourteen year old who got his first razor, a Gillette Fusion ProGlide, a week ago. But, after just one shave, Daniel had decided to grow a beard. That’s what he told...

Flatonia

Billy Slauson got word through a mass text message today that everyone on the late shift would be getting drunk. “Getting drunk?” he thought. “I can do that.” Thursday’s a good day for it too. Things are slow on Thursdays, and Billy’s the only manager on the shift. The only regular who comes in is...

Venom

              My hand rests on the rusting door window, and smoke rises from the warm cigarette between my fingers. I’m reclined in the driver’s seat; the sole of my left sneaker held to my shoe by white threads, visible under faded jeans, and my ankles are crossed on the dashboard. I’ve got that feeling...

Pyro

Just one glance, and it’s like whiskey steaming through my body. Lana, so close. I wait. I crouch by the violet in the setting sun. My eyes can watch you my fingers can feel you my mouth can taste you. *** You work at the JH Market on 7th Ave. Owned by the Korean pair...