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Category Archives: Creative Writing
elementary backstroke
Alissa Simon (she/her); Washington, DC— my hands, clenched against my thighs, sweep into sleepy circles drawn by my elbows to carry great bushels of water soiled black by shade on either side of my hips only to then tip upwards, outwards, branching the blue underbellies of my arms the bleeding, ballpoint faces of my wrists Continue reading “elementary backstroke”
today, tomorrow, and the next day
Talia Rodriguez (she/her); Garrett Park, MD— today i am in a new place tomorrow i will be home and the next day i will be off again papa says its normal mommy says she won’t cry apocalypse descending maybe i like the chaos i dream of big windows, airy a view of the greenery, studentsContinue reading “today, tomorrow, and the next day”
Mirror mirror on the wall
A-S — The night started when I took a long hot shower in the grimy, poorly lit bathroom. I savored those moments of quiet warmth. I tried to follow a single drop of water with my eyes, but it would, without fail, get lost in the stream of other droplets before I could finish trackingContinue reading “Mirror mirror on the wall”
My ceiling fan at 2:53 a.m.
Camila Trimberger; Sheboygan, WI— My ceiling fan shakes to the rhythm of a clock counting down the dog days of summer. I can hear MTV’s “Ridiculousness” playing on the TV in the next room. My eyes are heavy and my mouth is dry. I cannot help but lie on my stomach and wait for theContinue reading “My ceiling fan at 2:53 a.m.”
The next wave
Dana Richie; Atlanta, GA— I stood at the water’s edge, my feet planted firmly in the sand. I stared at the ocean’s endless cycle of crashing waves and wondered if and how I fit into all of this. Double-decker waves seemed to tower above me as they made their way closer, only to diminish intoContinue reading “The next wave”
Before a graduation.
A collage by Abigail Murphy Abigail Murphy; Arlington, Virginia— There’s an aching in my neck from leaning, Head slouched over shoulders, typing, reading, Watching, rarely speaking. And myself—I Ache. Aching for a connection, feeling. Rush of joy, excitement, sadness, feeling. That feeling of uniting with someone Across space. Seeing their body, feeling Their presence. TwoContinue reading “Before a graduation.”
Rings of Onion
Rokeya Begum Zaman— Freedom was a foreign taste The type of taste you would find in home-made food and history books. Not in any homes before 1971 The people of Bangladesh only knew desperation and enemies that they would never escape the raj no number of saris could decorate their starvation no number of waterContinue reading “Rings of Onion”
Marksman
Ahema Gaisie— Celia wakes with a start when her phone rings. She sighs heavily as she grabs her phone and checks the text message from her boss. It was 2:03 a.m., and it was her turn to do a night job this week. “On a Tuesday? Damn it.” Nadia shifts in their bed, awoken byContinue reading “Marksman”
