
When sick, you stay home When you’re not, you call in sick None will know the truth ~Joshua Helmuth
City Grime By Caleb Morris The train slows to a halt near Lincoln and the old, metallic doors squeak open. Only three people get in: a businessman with a tailored suit, a teenage African American girl, and a homeless man.…
Blue Bird on a Cold Morning By anonymous bluebird lifts himself off the ground with only few gusts of wing strength    drawn up by a puppeteers string to land a flimsy branch it sags down with the…
The Thousands Storm the Keep By Caleb Morris The thousands storm the keep- shields up, lances out, swords in sheath. Foe fells friend in sideswept ease; blood scent drifts in the breeze. Arrows down black block the sun- on…
Wide and Narrow Gates By Anonymous I stand at the gates of heaven above, and the crowd behind me gives me a shove. Which way to go? The road littered with footprints? or the one much less travelled… where…