purpose
Writing
Secrets Scrawled on the Astragal
By Brett SeatonIt’s strung together through the fibers on the back of the lost
Dreams that leave you sweat-stained and hopeful
How dare we doubt ourselves?
In the midst of our mist and making, we think to miss?
carpet girl
By Yasi Farahmandniain this town
words hold hostages
not meaning.
if i cry i will
bleed, and i will
lose,
integrity and i will
rip apart the frontdrop that has
made my portraits pretty
for (maybe) minutes on end.
Turning Life Into an Art
By Rachel FranklinWhat are we here for?
Might there be a purpose that is more?
Maybe only time can tell the true meanings of our lives; it doesn’t lie.
That’s the power behind our efforts that continue till we die.
Ordinary School Girl
By Hridya KakumanuI am an ordinary school girl,
I have homework,
I have assignments,
I have essays,
and I have tests.