MHS Literary Journal

         A creative writing class may be one of the last places you can go

         where your life still matters.

                                                                                                  -Richard Hugo

Reymi Kidder      Sincerely

-I don’t know what “I miss you” means.

I won’t name names but Myself told Self that it means when I dream I dream of waking up cause last time I did I woke up to your lips on my kiss...(more)

Eli Halterman, I Write in Cliches

I write in clichés

Because every time I

Try to convey my feelings

The life guard lets the rope attached to my life-saver

Slip through his fingers... (more)

Rachel Zelazny   Papa is Dead

(to my grandfather, who died while I had a fever of a hundred and two.)

Open, squinting,

Vision’s swimming

Chills are setting in my bones, and aching,

Head feel’s like it’s splitting, breaking

Voices ringing, thermometer singing in my head…(more)

Nicole Woodbury

You're always so still
I will never
be like you.  (more)

Nicole Woodbury

a new day
raise your hand if you’re a pessimist (more)

Katherine Golder

While you were collecting your Pennies for Peace

my best friend Penny's been shot on the street 'cause   (more)

Lauren Krabbe

I crawl into bed,

feel my way through the covers.

I like the way my  (more)

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