Bubonic Plague on the Subway System

By M. Parks Fear It’s the American way There is always A new disease A new war The Devil is lurking Around every corner What will they find next? Kittens carry ebola? Chocolate causes infidelity? Your commute to work Will make you blind Listen Clam down Be alive! Tonights headline You’re Gonna Die Someday So…

Cold Memories

By Christine Cohn The playground is devoid of voices or faces Despite the condition of the weather I admire the intricacy of the snowflakes I have finally made the time to break away from my career Yet I form tears at the sight of lovers skating across the frozen pond in the distance

Brain Storm

( MUST MAKE STORM IMAGE)   By Jaime Ruehle Thundering through the night crashing in my sleep. Ideas pour down like raindrops but they never miss a beat. The beauty of the brain storm in dark and lightning, rain. Ideas, pictures dancing, storming up my brain. Its three o’clock already, and my fourth time out…

Pecans

by M. Parks Madness is a gradual process. Talking to myself, wandering aimlessly around the house, or just sitting and spacing out for unknown amounts of time. That was how it began. It was like a drip by drip deterioration of my giving-a-shit. Maybe it was that she was never coming back or that I…

Staff — Spring 2015

Danielle Dean I’m an English major currently working towards earning my A.A.at SCF. Reading and writing have always been my favorite hobbies (bibliophile might as well be my middle name), and working in publication makes it easy to fulfill both of these! I hope to transfer to USF or another state school once I’ve finished…

Banana Dog

by Arjun C. Mangalan Bio: My name is Arjun C. Mangalan and I am an Indian. I have been living in Untied States Since 2011. In 2013,I graduated from Palm Beach Gardens High School.  I chose Computer Engineering, as a major because I think that technology is one of the most important tools that we have…

From the Depths

By Justin Rifner Under the ocean blue, and cast from sight. Is a place where you, will find no light. Where ships do sink, and creatures creep. Hidden inside the brink, all you need is to take the leap. One ship still stands. Despite all odds, the captain asks a show of hands. Because of…

The Culvert

by Anonymous   Curled up in the culvert, I spun the cylinder on my revolver as I struggled to release the last shred of emotions that had once made me feel human. To my surprise and discomfort, a black crow landed by my feet. To me, it was a sign that the loaded gun in…