Cougar Chronicle

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“nuzzled”

May 28, 2019

Pale

by Molly Giesbrecht

May 15, 2019

Filed under Archives 2017-2018, Reveries

Everything about him was pale. His skin was pale, his lips were pale. Even his voice was pale. When he looked at me, it was with piercing, pale eyes. He breathed pale, hollow breaths. His footstep were pale, his smile was pale. "Hello dear," he would say in his pale, pale voice. When he sat, he sat with a pale demeanor. When he slept, he slept in such a deep, pale silence. He walked with such distinctive pale nothingness. Everything he did was with a pale attitude, pale actions, pale motions. He was so pale. Everything was pale. His skin was pale, his lips were pale, his eyes were pale, his voice was pale. Even his e...

Field

by Maddy Downing

May 15, 2019

Filed under Archives 2017-2018, Reveries

I'm slogging knee-deep in mud and grass that's turned yellow from drowning in days and days of rain. I'm clenching my jaw so tight that the dentist told me I need to stop or I'll damage my gums. Whatever. There's something at the other side of the field. It moved and I think it had three eyes. Reminds me of that cougar I found looming outside on the porch. It had six ears, two tails, three eyes. I never saw it again. The rain is like blood in my lungs and I hope that maybe, just maybe, I'll live to tell my kids about that time where I marched through the field just to wrestle some cougar into the mud. But the rain keeps...

Shattered Stories

by Molly Giesbrecht

May 15, 2019

Filed under Archives 2017-2018, Reveries

Fragments Pieces Splinters Segments Words torn Not born Lying dead On the floor Blood pouring Sentences soaring Far away from The place of their birthing Sections Remnants Fractions Slivers Not here Can't appear Don't you find This so queer? All is gone No more song They've disappeared For so long Snippets Particles Portions Remainders Don't worry Have no hurry About all these Shattered stories...

Nature

by Tyler Potter

May 15, 2019

Filed under Archives 2017-2018

The ice is melting one would say, But the EPA says no way. The public is getting disorderly, For the constant melt is flowing from northerly. The future may be dimming, But we have to be forward-moving. The future is our hands, What will you demand?...

“Gravity”

“Gravity”

May 15, 2019

Filed under Archives 2017-2018, Reveries

“Groot”

“Groot”

May 15, 2019

Filed under Archives 2017-2018, Reveries

Clockwork

by Jennifer Erichson

May 15, 2019

Filed under Archives 2017-2018, Reveries

Tick tock tick tock Here comes chaos Tick tock old clock Order is a fraud New clock tick tock A frail safety net Works fine For a time Until worn away Tick broken clock Tock Forward moving Order falling Chaos calling Tock tick tick tock On goes the clock Hands spinning No one winning Tick tock tock tick Order says goodbye Chaos says I’m home The clock can only try Tick tock tick tock...

Each Familiar Crack

by Aina Zabinski, Editor

May 15, 2019

Filed under Archives 2017-2018

Ava pressed her face up close to the single-hung window, so that her breath fogged up the pane like delicate ice, and peered out at the streets of Queens. The crisp air filled her nostrils with the salty scent of cured meat, the exhaust fume smell of busy traffic, the stink of rotting garbage from the alley, and the earthy fragrance of leaves and rainwater. Through the rising steam she could see Mrs. Ricci in one of the apartment windows across from her, who like all the other gray-haired women of neighborhood, always made her fragrant tomato sauce on Sunday when the whole block smelled of garlic. Just to the lower le...

Rainy Days

by Madison McMahon

May 15, 2019

Filed under Archives 2017-2018, Reveries

The coolest days are rainy days It seems as if the sun is hiding in a phase The rain fills the ground with water And make our thankfulness for sunny days broader The rain coats the ground like a sweet coat of glaze

Lucky

by Carter VanVuren

May 15, 2019

Filed under Archives 2017-2018, Reveries

The jungle was restless. Vines criss crossed on the ground. Lucky walked through the jungle, her extremely long hair reaching down to her ankles and getting caught on branches every now and then. The trees looked at her and their eyes widened, most plants didn't know what a little five-year-old girl was, since the human race had been suddenly wiped out at the end of the 23rd century. Lucky smiled and waved to the trees as she walked by. She stepped into a clear area and a green woman with flawless leaf-like skin sat in the center, smiling up at the clouds. Lucky walked over to her. "Um... Excuse me, miss?" The woma...

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