Death has pretty eyes

By: Sydney Vincent   Death has pretty eyes, eyes that glisten when the sun hits them just right, like a glass green bottle on the eastern windowsill of your gram’s house in the morning wake of the sky. They are those eyes that look up at a glance to catch your gaze from a few tables away in that lonely diner on the corner of your…Continue Reading Death has pretty eyes

We’re Okay

By: Lexie Pellegrin I’d grown accustomed to the sound of muffled yelling at a very young age; through three layers of My Little Pony coloring pages and a thick blanket strategically tacked to the hallway entrance leading to my bedroom, I could just barely make out some of the lethargic words that launched from Rod’s mouth. Something about a whole bench, a…Continue Reading We’re Okay