Poetry

By Jayden Hatzke In depths where echoes softly sigh,A city built to touch the sky,Beneath the waves, a dream unfurled,In Rapture’s heart, a lost world...

By Melany Menezes All sorts of smells fill the casita Y todos están hablando Mi mamá cocina arroz con pollo I hear laughter radiate throughout the house All these...

Driving down the I-94 through Montana, the wind was picking up, the windows hissing trying to keep the warm air inside the car. All...

By Peter Garcia Drip, drip, “not again.” Sweat drips down my back.  Walking this path every day  And still, sweat drips down my back  I would think myself a...

Alex Mendez Student Submission the way you carve your skates so effortlessly backwards into eternity inertia of the weight of your gaze pushes me into my own groove i’m too...

I’m not much of a love poet. I write poems because I like to hear myself talk, and I am pretentious enough to enjoy my own...