By Arden Pryor

like the exuberance of bangs cut too short and stacks of bracelets that never match. 
gold is for the good days only. 
most days are silver. they are plentiful and lacking variation. 
endless hours and constantly runny eyes. 

Tuesday Reflections

By Elena Unger

Today I saw that a girl I used to know
shaved her head. I wanted to believe
she looked fierce and fiercely free,
but instead she looked small and vulnerable.
She looked strange and startling,
and I pitied her. Just because
you have found the grace of God

to love in a small town

By Isobel Li

there is a place of endless sky
where the stolid road stretches beneath your feet