By Christopher Henckel Part 1 The Button Girl arrived in Buckhannon, West Virginia, in the spring of 1962. No one knew her real name or where she came from. She simply appeared. Standing between the town’s five-and-dime and Jerry’s Auto Repair on Main Street, The Button Girl held a jade button to her eye as … Continue reading The Button Girl
The Girl on the Train
By Amelhyne O'Regan-Farineau I never knew the girl on the train But she smiled at every passing tree Like they were an old friend She was saying goodbye to For the last time Misty eyed As the condensation rolls from her eyes Her mask the same colour as the sky I wonder if her mind … Continue reading The Girl on the Train
High School Contest Third Place Winner Poetry: “The girl in front”
by Ya'Rose Sambou The girl walks over and talked to turned backs She talked and talked with no response Until she turned her back, did they talk They talked and talked but she didn't understand While the girl in the front, watches The girl looks over and catches her eye She walked and walked until … Continue reading High School Contest Third Place Winner Poetry: “The girl in front”
Adoption
By Ahmad Al-Khatat When I was a teenager I donated to a little orphan since then I made a vow that I would adopt her, and marry her Days go by and nights come I learned how to hurt myself by doing bad habits that will guide me to die below the bridge I lost … Continue reading Adoption
A rose and waste picker
By Sunil Sharma A rose blooms on a dump in Delhi It sways in the morning wind the way drunk girls sway and swear on the predatory Indian streets and restricted cultural zones to express happiness and freedom from stifling familial and patriarchal constraints In Mumbai and other metros on long Saturday nights. The morning light plays on the petals and … Continue reading A rose and waste picker
The Late May Harris
By Marisa Paloma Williams The ocean, roaring from a window, was blue and glistened earnestly in the moonlight. Upon looking closer, one could make out the silhouette of a young girl. As May walked through the hallways she could feel hundreds of eyes on her. Everyone had known that she, May Harris, was a pathological … Continue reading The Late May Harris
THE GIRL IN THE FOREST
by Rollin Jewett “Stay with me,” said Grandpa as Salem skipped ahead of him on the trail. “It’s getting late.” Salem loved going to the woods with Grandpa. The air was so fresh it practically sparkled with the bright scent of the pines. And since it was Spring, the wildflowers were in full bloom. Salem had … Continue reading THE GIRL IN THE FOREST
Women In Night And Day
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Academy of the Heart And Mind 