– Anon
Change
By Hannah Criss
Change comes gradually at least that’s what you’re taught or what you think or experience growing up.
The slow changing of the seasons.
Or the way you slowly grow till you can barely remember the days when you couldn’t see above the kitchen counter.
Or the new wrinkles you begin to notice on your once young families faces.
But not all change is so forgiving, not all change can give you warning like the slow rise in temperatures alerting us to a much bigger change coming.
Some change is sudden like the rain pouring on a supposedly sunny day.
Some change comes like a lightning strike leaving you blinded for a moment by the white filling your room.
Read more: ChangeFor some, change is the announcement of a move across the world.
For some, change is a divorce so sudden you’re packing your bags that night.
For some, change is a death that shakes the foundations of your moral compass and your soul.
For some, change is such a unique experience you can’t describe what changed to your friends, because maybe you changed.
Everyone experiences change, change is the foundation of our lives, change is the difference between Monday and Tuesday, change is what makes you unique, change is why you cry and why you rejoice.
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A letter arrived yesterday from my friend Jim. My normal custom for an early-in-the-week Jim letter is to save it to open on Saturday morning. To …
The Greatest Tribute (Ode to Jim)
Blue
Blue,
The color of the sky.
Blue,
The color of the ocean.
Blue,
The color of eyes.
Blue,
The color of sadness.
Blue,
The color of peace.
Blue,
The color of tranquility.
Blue.
By: Stephanie Fernandez W.
inspired by “Sympathy is a Knife”by Charli XCX
by Janaya Anokye
A girl thinking she can outdo me
figuring out the space to get my
anger out of me, my vulnerabilities
tell me to keep up just to spit my
resentment to grudge over can’t
stand above in all parts of my
body across to the side, confused
to cut like blood drips to the floor
fearing the unpleasant sense of space
of hope when it ends clockwise to
the bottom room turns around, my body
The Baja Blasting of Meade High
Photographed By: Jesse Diaz








The Las Vegas Collection
Photographed by Jesus (Jesse) L. Diaz














Ruin calls my name
by Raphael Catli
Ruin calls my name
Loveliness is the name of the game
Everyone that loved me eventually leaves
The only comfort I find is in my steed
My steed knows what I am
He knows what I long to be
A broken boy longing to be set free
Abandonment has taught me
Among the horses is where I must be









