The Last Day of November | Grace Hovda

please excuse my absence on the last day of november i’m not sick, not on the road, not out of … More

The Leaves Change Color | Haley Newland

the long days grew to long nights summer sun turned to autumn wind worn out t-shirts became well loved sweaters … More

There’s a knock on the door. The man raises his head in suspicion, rubbing the drowsiness out of his eyes. … More

at summer’s crest the sun beats down on its treasury: the flowers in zeal and the flesh of fruit that … More

There’s an effortless beauty that surrounds those that sleep; when their face muscles relax and they have no concern for … More

My human form has not felt quite right lately; a floral form feels a better fit. I stare at my … More

You paint your nails purple, Purple like the walls of your childhood bedroom, Your childhood bedroom where you and your … More

It’s a seven of diamonds on the turn and I freeze my movements. The chip leader glances my way and … More

I didn’t expect it to be this hard moving on. I never noticed how intertwined our lives have been since … More

Watching the subtle oscillations of the headlights in the rearview mirror as the cars weave through the hilly, pothole-ridden roads … More

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