agency

Writing

Little Red

By Ada Heller

Let’s make one thing clear:
there wasn’t a big bad wolf.
Not in my story.
There was no screaming
and running of little girls.
This is an old story;
One where
the structure of power
that had devoured
the generations of women


Universe

By Weston Franklin

The Universe
A place made of solar systems, stars, and planets.
To me,
Is just a fading reality.
A dream someone dreamed last night.
A dying star of happiness that is my heart.
A town of my dreams,
By the sea,
That a tidal wave hit,