April 14, 2026
There are mites on our eyelashes tiny microscopic beings with communities and ecosystems How do we walk around not knowing this fact? How can we be so self absorbed that we fail to recognize a world so close but out of reach? these creatures are usually helpful Feeding...
April 14, 2026
Just across from where oak meets 5th street a women sits with her child her hands under his feet looking up the passerbyes but they wont even look her in the eyes the people slowly fade into the night while she tells the child that everything will be alright But even in his young...
April 14, 2026
Warum is the cases: Nominative Genativ Dative Accusitive So rarely make sense to this American ace? Was is the meaning of: Past Present Future Perfect Tense and woe! With three genders to master! Wie can I go on bumbling; loud! Speaking–writing–reading Flipped topsy...
I found the quiet sanctity of life tucked beneath the wrinkled bark of the old willow tree and heard it sing to me through the song of cicadas dancing in the breeze. Life is a fragile, fickle thing– often ending too soon or not soon enough– but always ending. Death and life aren’t...
The Great Top Ten Uninvented Clubs at New Trier
Hey Trevians, are you still not able to find a club here at New Trier High School? Even though this school probably has over a billion to choose from. Well, I am here with the top ten list of uninvented clubs for your entertainment. I Don’t Own Anything but Sweats Club - Do you...
The floorboards creaked as I crossed into the kitchen, heading towards the forbidden cupboard. My footsteps thundered. I eased myself down into a squat and grabbed the handle. Slowly now. The hinges shrieked like banshees. My parents had left already. I knew this. Yet, I could not seem...
On Turning 16 (Growth within the Dark)
Sixteen isn’t what they said, it's a hoax, a fable, a made up story to make you hopeful for the decaying wasteland which is the future. Sixteens quieter, heavier. I waited for it. The change, a clean slate, becoming someone new. But nothing budged, not really. The same shadows followed...
“Not so deep, Habibi,” Teta says, poking the dirt with her finger. “Roots need to breathe too, you know.” Sunlight pours through the kaleidoscope walls, wrapping us and the plants in a fiery embrace. Its touch almost reaches my face, but fades into a silhouette behind the array...
Drifting by Andrew Stromberg Rain pours on me as I lift my head up from the concrete. The bartender must have decided that I had enough to drink tonight. A drunken haze fogs my brain as I turn my head around to look at the big bright neon sign behind me, The Drifter, fancy...






