The Herd

Three Little Birds

Sarah Durham, Staff Writer

June 19, 2018

The blue jay nests In a far away tree For he has no choice But to disagree He has done a bitter wrong   The mockingbird nests peacefully In the garden, where happiness grows Where he is safe.   The finch n...

life in one sad poem


June 19, 2018

Being welcomed into this world is great. You are innocent and unknowing, you find pride and joy in treating other kindly, but at the same time are oblivious to stealing that toy. As you enter the empty hallways of Awkwar...


Forrest Robie, Guest Writer

May 16, 2018

Time does not stop for anyone. It is always moving, constantly ticking, unconsciously pressuring you to do more, and to do more quickly. I believe that life is not too short. I believe that you simply do not do enough. Unless...

perfect mask

Sarah Durham, Staff Writer

May 9, 2018

her shirt was like her armor, her makeup was her mask, they protected her just like they could, and hey, that was that. outside such a perfect girl, but inside she was crumbling down, sadness and numbness crushing her up, until she ...

a new world

Sarah Durham, Staff Writer

May 9, 2018

long winding roads will you ever end? this place is starting to look a lot like home; pine trees and fields as far as the eye can see. golden rays warming my skin and illuminating the sky as we settle into a new world....

The Road

Sophie Burchill, Creative Writing Editor

May 2, 2018

There are two sides to every street. A walkway for people to place their feet. And walk forward to a steady beat.   There are two lines to every road. An unspoken code. That only matters to those who showed up.   There ar...

Dearest Juniper

Hannah Mereness, Staff Writer

May 2, 2018

Dearest Juniper, I ask you to imagine that you fell in love with a dandelion. You, of course, remember how everyone around you told you that they were weeds. Impure and unwanted. But it’s simple, golden complexity ensnared you...

On a Tin Roof

Emily L'Heureux, Staff Writer

May 2, 2018

rain was chaos. unorganized and unchanging. torrents that fell with no education or acknowledgement. rain was a rhythm. it was self doubt. it was a curious phenomenon i kept my eye on when i was alone. rain was a...

The Elevator

Corinna Rec, Guest Writer

May 2, 2018

Consciousness. I was sure I opened my eyes, I still couldn’t see anything. I stumbled, unsure of where I was, wanting to get a grasp of something, but my arms just swung around in air. I walked backwards to find a wall bu...

Protect and Serve

Cole Dickinson, Guest Writer

April 25, 2018

The Police are here to protect and serve.   The Police are here to protect and serve. This is what we are always told, but that's not always the case. In low income areas across the country there are many cases of p...