We were just kids back then Skinned knees, missing teeth Hair coarse with sea salt Hands calloused from the rigging Sat in the crow’s nest Wind tugging on our clothes The ocean far beneath our feet Clanging of ship bells echoing around the bay Stolen scones wrapped in parchment One lemon, one raspberry, Barely savored,…

The field ahead stretched forever Sunlight piercing through the clouds A sea of yellow blossoms Dancing in the breeze. I walked through Brushing my hand across their flowers Pollen gathering on my fingertips The sweet aroma flowing through the air Flowers parting in a clearing Broken stones once neatly arranged in the center One standing…

November i. November is the bitter month of revival. It forces past memories out of the grave, I fear. Screaming and clawing their way out for survival, begging to be anything but archival. November is the solemn reminder that I am still here. It is climbing the ladder with no end in sight, knowing that…

Content Warning: Sensitive topics Flash, BANG, puff of smoke. Infirmary. Inundate. I-C-U. Red hot pain, Bright Red flow. Emergency, Extraction, holding on tight. Ambulance, Automatic, A-C-P. Respiration, Flatline, Punctured Lung. Mother’s grief, Mortuary, Broken home. Connor Vargas is a transfer student from St. Charles Community College, in his 3rd year of instruction. He is an…