Spring 2026

By Daniel Hipsley

By: Jacque Rizzuto

By Carleigh Barwick

By Gianna Romero I just need to make it through the day I tell myself Wake up on alarm number one, not alarm number three Make food, pack food Attend all of my classes Work my way through my growing to-do list Socialize with others I just need to make it through the day I tell myself Go to practice and give it my all Arrive to my meetings on time and prepared Complete my homework due at midnight Finish my mile-long to-do list Make time for myself, even when I don’t have it Th

By: Jaque Rizzuto After the death of my sister, I moved away from my home and town, everything I had ever known, to escape the debilitating memories of the past. I found a quiet town on the shore. It was small, and no one knew me. I found a place where I could start over. The house was small, with the outside painted blue, which had faded with the seasons. Wilted flowers lined the garden, leaving only a remnant of the formal glory this house once was. I opened the door, and

By: August Rosenthorpe WARNING: THIS PROCEDURE MAY CONTAIN INAPPROPRIATE SUBJECT MATTER. IT CAN EXPOSE YOU TO EMOTIONS INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO: DEPRESSION, ANXIETY, MELANCHOLY, AND/OR SUICIDAL IDEATIONS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Today, I am going to teach you how to decay. And, no, I don’t mean going out into the forest and lying dead on the fescue grass like a deer carcass. I mean that I will be teaching you how to emotionally decay, to deteriorate mentally thr

By: Jacob Greene He sat down on the right-most of the two settees positioned on either side of a small circular side table complete with ornamental lamp and cream-colored lamp shade, something withdrawn directly from his grandmother’s house to make him feel at home. The settees were exquisite too: hard mahogany back splats shimmering as if taken straight from the menuisiers in eighteenth-century France, an oceanic high-back arching in waves that crashed down smoothly, flowin

By Jacob Greene Here we are in the valley of darkness, And the shepherds are taking a snooze. There’s a man at the table in a suit, And though we all should be listening, Only I am listening. Heavy gold China pins down the white tablecloths, And the portions are tiny to strangle The waists and depress the guts. Be sure, they tell me, to consume at the pace of The party. They come out to serve us, And they are far too young to serve us. Would you like some coffee? This from A

By Prapi Patel There is a window in every life that closes so quietly that no one notices it shut. These captures exist inside that window – The Childhood. A child held close, not yet aware of the weight that holding someone carries. Ice cream, clutched like it is the only thing that matters in the world. A tiny human melting into a shoulder, surrendering completely to the safety of being carried, trusting without leaver, having learned the word of ‘trust.’ This series is le

By Faith Nieves There's a leakage that can never be stopped. A hole that can never be closed. The tears rise like the ocean hide tides but, With no lifeguard on duty or a riff Without a barrier. At the highest deepest time, Where it is simple and unaware of the harsh reality. The tears won't stop. Yet the drips of the water, burns the throat like a knee scrapping the concrete Like a cat sharping its claws on a new sapling So let them run, like the cat has the idea of freedom

By Carleigh Barwick Ingredients: 1 Realize that you deserve more. 4 cups of tears. 2 tablespoons of this will get easier. 3 teaspoons of don’t think about them 1 heavy chest. 5 songs you probably shouldn’t listen to. 1 friend who is there. Instructions: 1. Lay down in your bed, take a moment to realize that you deserve so much more than what was being shown and given to you. 2. Add every bit of tears you can, this is the part that is ok, it's okay to cry. This is part of t

By Dasha Prylpko A close and detailed shot of the author's mother's eye apart of a larger portfolio.

By: Maddie Apgar Image From Ron Lachs on Pexels Pick up the phone, You’ve already told all your friends. Pick up the phone, They’re just two more people, Pick up the phone, Who happen to be related to you. 8 5 6, Why is this so difficult? 5 5 5, Just start by saying it. 5 5 5 5, You know they love you. It’s ringing once… Why are you trembling? It’s ringing twice… Two less things to hide! It’s ringing thrice… They said “no secrets!” “Mom, Dad, I like…” Here it comes! “Mom, Da

By: Maddie Apgar The way his opponent’s fingers moved over the controller was like nothing Leo had ever seen before. Leo wanted to gather some intel on the guy he’d be facing in the final match at the Super Smash Bros Ultimate tournament, and he suddenly wished he’d seen all of Jack’s matches. Most players had little tells that they were nervous. Their fingers would tremble slightly over the joysticks, they’d grip the controller a little tighter, or they’d press the

By: Dasha Prylypko Pixabay lil_Foot Alarm rings early, so I hit snooze. Bags under my eyes are proof of late nights and studying. Coffee is my best friend most mornings, Drinking it so I can get through the day. Every hour is taken by something, assignment, class, or work. Friends are out on the weekends, but I am tired. Going out somewhere after work sounds like no fun. How can I? If I am tired and just want to get in bed. Just come out, my friends say. Knowing that

By: Mckayla Maddox

By Greg Meyer 5 big cups of assignments due today that you procrastinated on A teaspoon of horrible traffic A pinch of lemon juice as if your day isn’t sour enough Put your brain into a blender and just lay in bed the rest of the day Chop your future into pieces by gambling away your savings. Uh oh, you had bad luck at the casino (I’ve never done that, but if you wanted to ruin your day that’s one way of doing it) Turn your humiliation up to 400 degrees with flashbacks of eve

By Charlotte Martin

By: Mckayla Maddox Pixabay Foto-retusz What if my alarm isn’t set? I could check. I could double check. Repeat. Wait, what if I forgot to submit an assignment? I could make a list. Check the list. Repeat. Again. What if my thoughts never stop? I could count sheep. I could sleep. But I can’t so I lie in bed. Repeat. Every. Single. Night. What if it never ends? What then? I could breathe. I could let it go. But I've tried, and I can’t So the cycle continues, and all I h

By: McKayla Maddox To bake a cake, you will first need to gather all of your ingredients. Some are simple: flour, sugar, butter. Others arrive uninvited. First start by stepping into the pan, you slowly start to feel the metal walls pushing up against you. You push the button to the top floor, the door shuts, completely locking you inside, the preheating begins. The air feels warm, sweat drips down your forehead, like they always say, the hotter you feel the better. Be sure