Writing

Escaping drunk strangers

We lock eyes for a moment and you smile knowingly. Target-fixed, you trip on your feet to get to my friends and I. By Lindsey Kratochwill

Closing the door on family ties

A family incident told from the perspective of a child. By Hira Khan

This is a poem for you, lord

lord knows/ i am difficult/ like a watermelon/ loaded/ with inoperable seeds By Tara Stringfellow

Hiking through the ruins of history

How dirty old tennis shoes make history come alive. By Zalman Kelber

White light

“There’s nowhere to go,” she heard herself say. “It’s everywhere.” By Karishma Bhatt

General E. Lee talks of pines

my uncle gave me a rope / and said knot / and throw it over that pine / and call for Xerxes By Tara Stringfellow

This Friday the 13th, keep your eyes on the road

They light the road, lanterns burning in the fields. They know the path, and hide its hazards. By Jessica Tackett

Ghosts and legends fade slowly, or not at all

The Grimm brothers' stories have been scrubbed and sanitized, but phantoms of the morbid originals still drift through the centuries. By Meriwether Clarke

Holding on to imaginary friends

Counselor Julian deals with her students' imaginary friends and more. By Hilary Rasch

Communist for a day

One student joins a political protest, though he may not have the convictions to hold out. By Eric Felland

High tide

He's ruined it all for me here. This spot was sacred to me. By Rachel Hoffman

I don't know you

I don't know you. You don't even look like someone I would know. By Lindsey Kratochwill

A world away, coping with Phillies' defeat

In the scattered realm of Chicago sports loyalties, a Phillies fan gets doubled off base whether his team wins or loses the World Series. By Dan Camponovo

Lasting impression

When an ordinary afternoon changes a life. By Karishma Bhatt

Daylight on the stairs

Take a trip to the abandoned attic. By Meriwether Clarke
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