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  • Poetry,  Published Submissions

    Dust

    my mouth is filled with dust and i want to reclaim the new— i     plead to be heard by the soot, by the particles that have nestled in   the crevice between my lips, the nook beside my throat, the walls    of my lungs— i wish to reside in the aura illuminating from me,    but only from me, to plunge my being into the soil of a new world,    and flourish side by side with the cherry blossoms. to reach for the   stars and watch them prance along the scarred flesh of my    forearms, inhaling and inhaling and exhaling and breathing the dust    of who i used to be, who i refuse to be anymore.   a breaking light filters through my broken, shattered ribs      and casts shadows down my middle, shadows across my    bones— the shimmer catches the eye of a raven, sleek    and black, and pure but black as she pecks at my liver,    the vulnerability.   plucking feathers from her own hide and placing them upon the fleshy yellow spots, the gashes and the gnaws.    a memorial to my ashes of the past.   and i build from the ashes, a molehill to a mountain range,    a wary way is sure and silent but pays off in great rewards    and the dust that weighs like shackles on my wrists,    staking me to the ground, round in baked blood, will build    me an army in time. my mouth is filled with dust and i   will reclaim the new— – break my insides open and spill them on the sand –…

  • Fiction

    The Temptations of a Delicious Grilled Cheese Salty Sandy Sardine Sandwich

    A 10-minute Play     OBJECT: A delicious sandwich       CHARACTERS     Annalise Thompson Just laid off from her job, 27, a struggling adult, doesn’t know how to function in life, can’t live love and laugh without her daily sandwich from Salty Sandy Sardine Sandwich Shop. Michael Yi Almost died from a near fatal car accident on the freeway and had been looking forward to eating this sandwich all week long, 28.  SETTING Salty Sandy Sardine Sandwich Shop! – Irvine. California  TIME Afternoon, around 2:00 to 5:00pm.  The Temptations of a Delicious Grilled Cheese Salty Sandy Sardine Sandwich Two people walk in a sandwich shop at the same time, but they aren’t with each other. The cashier looks up from her phone and sees them.  CASHIER  We only have one grilled cheese salty sandy sardine sandwich left!   Both of them turn to look at each other.   ANNALISE  Hey, I’m really hungry. I’ve had a pretty bad day today. Could I have it please? I always have this sandwich every day. I don’t think I could survive without my grilled cheese salty sandy sardine sandwich.   MICHAEL  Wait, I’ve also had a rough day today. I got into this car crash on the freeway. I really need this grilled cheese salty sandy sardine sandwich to live, laugh and love my way through life today. This grilled cheese salty sandy sardine sandwich is my only reason for staying alive.  ANNALISE  Please, I just really want that grilled cheese salty sandy sardine sandwich. It’s the only thing that will bring me the happiness and dopamine that I need. I just got fired from my job and I’m probably going to end…

  • Visual Art

    A Kindred Spirit

    Zathan Ha  Zathan is a senior in high school and is an artist who specializes in both traditional realism and digital media. His artwork can be seen in various places, such as Alias Magazine and TeenInk, and he has contributed art pieces to writers at Brookedge Academy.

  • Poetry,  Published Submissions

    The Water

    There’s a sense of comfort in the water.  My body glides through as if it remembers me,  as if I belong.  It’s funny because I never want to get in the water,  but once I find myself within…  I can never pull myself back out.    This isn’t about the water.  – Zoë Graber Zoë Graber is a 16-year-old from Richmond, Virginia. She owns a Depop business where she sells clothes and handmade jewelry. She enjoys thrifting, journaling/scrapbooking, music, poetry and so much more. Z is a huge advocate for human rights and a proud member of the (l)gbtq+ community.  More by this artist

  • Poetry,  Published Submissions

    An Ode to my Bloody Fingers

    I’ve never been afraid to bleed. My fingers coated over with dried blood, Yellow crust. Pieces of skin poking out at every angle. But I’ve never been afraid to bleed. My young fingers mutilated with ease. I’ll tear myself apart, Layer by layer. I’ve never been afraid to bleed, Never wishing for fear. Until it comes to that dry blood that covers my fingers. I’ve never been afraid to bleed, Maybe that’s what I’m afraid of. — Zoë Graber Zoë Graber is a 16-year-old from Richmond, Virginia. She owns a Depop business where she sells clothes and handmade jewelry. She enjoys thrifting, journaling/scrapbooking, music, poetry and so much more. Z is a huge advocate for human rights and a proud member of the (l)gbtq+ community.

  • Poetry,  Published Submissions

    My Tides Have Receded

    Sometimes when I look into the vast beauty of the ocean, her powerful unforgiving waves, and her deep blue color, I swear I can almost taste the salt on my tongue. I wonder if that ever happens when you look at me.  — Madison Stewart

  • Poetry,  Published Submissions

    If there’s a good way to die, it’s from you

    When the world ends, I hope you invite me to dinner. I hope we sit under the yellow fluorescent lighting, and you tell me all the things you became, and I’ll tell you all the books I’ve read and things I’ve learned and people I’ve loved. I hope that for just this small passage of time that our souls intertwine once more, you don’t tell me you regret anything. I hope you say that it hurt to do it, but it had to be done because look at who we became and what we did with our lives. I hope you tell me I was right, that I always knew you’d be great, and you knew I’d to be too but maybe not together in that small chapter of our lives spent in the back of your dad’s car dreaming of running away. I hope you tell me you love me, and mean it, not in a “we’re going to die so I love you” way but in an “I’m happy despite my body being inevitably forgotten by civilization after this and there’s no other person I want to experience the end of the world with and I love you’” way. I hope your sister got that degree and your mom finally got away from your dad and your dog lived a long, happy life and now she’s digging up sticks in God’s backyard. I hope you listen when I tell you not to blame yourself and that if it was meant to be, it would have despite how hard we tried to rewrite fate’s song. I hope when the world caves in, you hold my hand and make some stupid joke about dying before you get to cliff jump because if there’s a proper way to go,…