The Poet’s Struggle Part 1By Emily B We are, as artists, fundamentally trying to capture the unimaginable depth of human emotion. The drive to express and perfect...
Fourteenby Kat W I was a fresh fourteen the first time my blurry eyes followed the steep, winding mountain road through the car window, before...
7:15 on a Monday EveningArtwork and Poem by Jeremy R I didn't believe in soulmates Until 7:15 on a Monday evening. How could one simple action surpass The...
just for minuteby Lev P Soon it will be two months And I don't feel anything And I can see all of it And its crippling I’m scared I thought of you The...