Sandstone Village
Marissa Kopco

Marissa Kopco

Nurture Nest
Margalit Schindler

Star Shooting
Jenna Citrus

Jenna Citrus

It Is All in the Mind
Jenna Citrus

"definitions belong
to the definers, not
the defined"

Emily Sirko

The Sand’s Script
David Albert Solberg

The Night of
the Dance

Devin Prasatek

Cognitive Decline

Charlsa Hensley

Amy Hinman

Jamie Lefevre

Emily Sirko

Dripping Conviction of an Everlasting Beauty
Nada Abdelrahim

Crossword Puzzles
Elizabeth Schoppelrei

Another Restless Night in My Apartment
Charles Childers

A Dark and Early Breakfast
Kara Wellman

I Speak of
Lindsay Hansard

Self Portrait as a Ghost
Jenna Citrus

Pocket Watch
Andrea Ruffier

Katy Knight

Listening In
Elizabeth Schoppelrei

Priceless Advice
Erin Amschlinger

Make Me Like Autumn
Emily Sirko

What I Want to Know About You
Emily Sirko

Time Lines
RoseMary Klein

Danger of Devotion
Jennevie Stephenson

Lies We Tell Our Children
Paige Thulin



a felt moon gulping shards
of trembling honey
was the orb keeping hum
between us, un-palmed,
all last night.
when we walked across the ice,
when we trudged heavenward
so you could give me the tour—
“the lightbulb, i call it”—
you never once took it.
my hand, idiot, my hand, i prayed,
into the cracks, all those cracks
vacuuming light through
sink veneer and
stair tread and
water freeze and

today i told myself about you.
i told myself you’re afraid
of the dark with all
the aim of someone who still
believes in god,
but i couldn’t get it
to stick

About the Author

Emily Sirko is a junior English major at Kent State University. She likes cold weather, film photography and record players, but above all else, she loves to write. She writes when the world is quiet and does not nag, most often in the space between days and on Sunday afternoons. Her writing usually stems from nature and her attempts to bottle a sample of its breath and transfer it into words, not forgetting to inhale some of it for herself along the way.