Cat and Mouse

by Wesley Strall I have these thoughts. Magnificent words. A symphony in my head. Endorphins release. Pleasure takes root. Then they are gone. I can’t remember them. As hard as I try. They stay hidden in my mind. Only to return when I unlock another. Shortly after, they leave me again. An eternal game of…

Oh Jupiter.

by Brandon Henry Gargantuan gassy globe, Like a Cyclopes, Ever staring into the Deep vast expanse of the universe. With a large red eye, Containing Violent anticyclonic storms, Churning the atmosphere Like butter for at least 400 years. I get a glimpse of you and your Four largest children, Lo, Europa, Ganymede, and Callisto, Appearing…

Scars

by Megan Finsel Every scar has a story, even the ones you can’t see when you look at her the ones crisscrossing her heart like a map telling where all she has been and what all has happened. She is a walking novel, a compilation of the lies she has been told and the lies…

Brain Storm

By Jaime Ruehle   Bio: I am a full time student in pursuit of my DVM (doctor of veterinary medicine),  and am at SCF to get my A.A. degree and prerequisites finished. I work part time at a vet office in Venice as a veterinary technician (similar to a nurse), and in my free time I study very hard…

Victim to Beauty

By Jordan Noyes We voiced our concern with how he left us, With organs wrought to twilight, As we crowded around his remains, The children playing with stolen teeth, Caressing dreamless eyes, The adults kicking a soul-departed son, Letting free the anger, Which surpasses normality, Each eager to indulge, An end beyond compare, But we found…

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…

Musings on Wordlessness

By Richard Fairbanks What am I writing? I don’t rightly know, With no words to write, No things to show. If college-ruled paper, Could write on itself, A hundred grand stories, Would litter my shelf. But alas! words escape, They dwindle and die, Not so very frequent, As stars in the sky. If pen touches page,…