MHS Literary Journal

A creative writing class may be one of the last places

you can go

where your life still matters.     

-Richard Hugo

New Work

Emilee Hall - I've been keeping 

I've been keeping your secrets for far too long.
I have 6th traced in my veins.
I never completely emptied my suitcases, you know.
I have road signs past Broadway on my book cases

Emilee Hall  -Dear Useless,
I've kept all your dirty secrets and 6th highlighted in my lifelines.
I never completely emptied my suitcases.
There are road signs on my bookcases from past Broadway
and your skyline is still in my old dresser drawers.

Rikki Watkins-Do You Remember

Do you remember how almost everyday you were at my locker – before school, after school, between passing periods? But there was that one time when you stopped by to borrow a pencil.

Autumn Lewis-Memories 

              I remember the day I started to realize my memories weren’t fake. That they weren’t made up from and imaginative young girl hoping that someone would cry at her funeral. I kept all these things inside me like dreams I couldn’t remember. And it scared me the day I remembered them.

              The day I understood my earliest memory…

Fire-Vicky Poytress

Don’t taint me with lies saying your

Love is like a red red rose that grows in the garden of affection you’ve planted for me.

Change-Vicky Poytress

This is the cherry on top of the sundae I got down at the diner on 4th street, three days ago, where the homeless guy asked me if I had any spare change, and I said, no. No no no no no no….

This is Goodbye-McKayla Northcott

I promise to keep my welcome mat
flipped over, my porch light
on, and the spare key
above the ledge of my
door. Yes, I am aware my
stairs are questionable and appear
unstable. I did that on purpose.

Dave Warner-Oxygen Please

a tree branch body that breaks a bodily sound ,
that cracks in forests scaring beasts and earth things ,
lying on the dirt bed playing rip van winkle
till trees wrap roots round your pretty neck ,
begging the trees, please
oxygen please .

Laurel Twitchell- You say you hate...

You say you hate looking at churches cuz the bell towers are the hardest
to find on the days when you want to scream
at the top of their lungs, but your cries are as wonderful
sounding as theirs.

Rachel Zelazny- Atlantis

I laid my mind on the floor

open for all to see.

But you,

you were the only one who looked. 

Laurel Twitchell- This Rythmn

This Rhythm
I like to play with heartbeat rhythms
that I hope can make me dance in a
different way then my
currently clunky, unsteady atriums. (more)

Maria Henderson- Take Me Over

I fall into the moonlight,

a creamy circle.

I feel as if my callused soles are being

lifted from the soil, and my soul will be

grasped by the collar of her shirt. (more)

Rachel Corey- Untitled

The Wood stares at me
never breaking its gaze
It sits atop my dresser with eyes that
 fairly resemble cracked eggs  (more)

Rachel Zelazny-  Waiting for Snow

Constantly crying,

Sobbing, shaking;

Your heart of glass isn’t breaking, it’s

Splintering into jagged shards that drip down your

Face and make it hard for you to

Breathe.  (more)

Laurel Twitchell- 1993

Your cologne reminds me

Of an inverse fraction.

My mind attempts to

Solve the equation:  (more)

Makayla Northcot- Obtuse Angle

Your cologne reminds me

Of an inverse fraction.

My mind attempts to

Solve the equation: (more)

Dave Warner- Untitled

i’m not in love with you ,
i’m in love with the docks we climbed
and the dunes where we laid,
those cracked shells
like little pearls between our toes
that broke the ones made of egg we constantly tread on (more)

Cristina Hickey- Still Sound

Still.

Still pause.

Off. Fast.

Now, on.

                         So   (more)

Rachel Zelazny, Sex Talk

There’s no such thing as a comfortable sex talk.

Tongue-tied adults

slip up,

trip up,

and fade into thickened silence.(more)

Reymi Kidder, Rhythm

Cracks in the rocks in the asphalt

in the middle of the road that

leads to the lights that don’t

get closer to the yellow striped line (more)

Reymi Kidder, Smoke

The smell of smoke excites me.

Insecurities are necessities wrapped in black

paper   (more)

Maria Henderson, Smile

"I steal boyfriends."

The words I instantly saw

sharpied on her face

in deep black ink.  (more)

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