

Issue 26
Spring 2025
Memories: Past, Present, & Future
The Tale of A Lost Knight
The bells that tolled above his head were so loud and clear his chest vibrated with the sound. He was too late. His guilt weighs him down, anchoring him to the Earth which rumbles with the villagers' cheers, “the witch is dead!” The cool December wind shows him no mercy as it attempts to whisk through him with fury, as if it were angry with him. As if she is now carried by the wind, showing him her rage.
He grows overwhelmed with the villagers’ misplaced joy.
“What is there to celebrate? An innocent girl died!” he cries into his scarf.
“Innocent? She manipulated all those men to die! She deserved to be burned at the stake!” the man
next to him roars at his defense.
Poetry

LISBET LOPEZ
The Only Thing Better Than America Money
LAIBA USMAN
SAVANNAH TAYLOR
SOPHIA DICRISTOFORO
ETHAN LUCAS
Laetitia, 2008 Hanoverian mare
By FREJA FRIGARD
Fiction

The Boxer
By GRACE GARNER
Visual Art

Smoke and Serenity
By JORDAN HARRIS
Multimedia

Discovery
JARED BROWN
A Wish
JARED BROWN
Editor's Choice

How To Run From The Mess You Made
HALLO KNOXX
Wild Flowers
By Cara Reeder
rose out of the grime
and filth people threw
out their windows
as they drove by.
They grew up
above the guardrail,
their man-made prison
and stretched their petals
wide, stars in a gray and green sky.
Poetry
The Thoughts I had When I Had Time
AARON FLETCHER
MADALYNN BAKER
MORGAN LOFF
AARON FLETCHER
ROE LAROCHE
LYNNEA JOHNSON
Surrogate Stones are Here to Stay
MARTHA LABINE

BENNETT REIS
Editor's Choice

Roses on the River
By Cara Reeder
If you are reading this, dear Theoden, then I have truly gone mad. Because, you see, you are dead. People say you are mad when you talk to yourself. But I am clearly not mad, because I am not talking to myself...I’m talking to you, Theoden. However, I do know that you can’t be reading this. Because you’re dead. And that’s a fact.
That’s a fact. Fact. Fact. Fact.
I don’t like facts. They’re so tasteless, so bitter. People spit them around like they’re a religion. Or perhaps a particular curse word to dwell on, contemplate, feel in one’s soul, then spit out at the right moment to attack one unexpectedly and triumphantly. But facts are blind. They only see things on the surface level. They trick you into having a sense of control. But I do not fall for these tricks so easily. I’ve always had this gift, to see things beneath the surface, to see all the grays that make people so uncomfortable. But you know this, Theoden. Because I have already told you.
Grief
TAYLER HELMBRIGHT
New Alumni Work
ERIC HAGEN
GRACE HUNTER
AMANDA CURLESS
Spotlight on Alumni's
Past Submissions

Eagle
By Margaret Weirerman
Issue 1 - 2010

WILDFIRE
By Diane Reaynold
Issue 5 - 2012

Night Sky
By Benjamin Jones
Issue - Fall 2017

Poetry

LORELYN NOLTE
JACKIE MICHAUD
JEREMY ISON
DEJA REID
TAYLER HELMBRIGHT
Fiction

Case cXs4372:
A Collection of Paranormal Circumstances
J.J. BRANNOCK
ALEX GARRET
CARA REEDER
LAUREN DUNEVANT
TAYLER HELMBRIGHT
KERIGAN POLLARD
DESTINY JONES
Visual Art

ADAM HALE