Editor-in-chief | Zoe Wassman Photographer & Illustrator | Hailey Fisher Advisor | Jose Chaves Special thank you to Linda Schantol, a true goddess among mortals. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this publication or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. Copyright © 2019 Denali This years edition was printed by Lane Community College …
Do the birds sing their sorrows as sweetly as they sing their joys? Do birds find the miracle of their flight, as ordinary as we find our own footsteps? Do birds appreciate their feathered beauty, as people feel vulnerable in their skin?
When it’s quiet, I climb through my bedroom window out into the early October night. I hold a bottle of my dad’s dark brown beer in one hand while pulling myself onto the roof. I wobble from one foot to the other and sit down. I begin taking small, timid sips of the beer trying …
When you kiss my lips It tastes so sweet, like honey But stings like a bee
Given a voice but no use for itWe are silenced by those who hear but won’t listenWe are silenced with hands over our screaming mouthsSilenced by the laughter echoing in our mindsAnd after, we are silenced with fearSilenced by their reputation, silenced by their mothers criesSilenced by paperwork and answering the question“Well, what were you …
I woke with a quick jolt, there was rattling at my door. Someone was trying to get in. My clock said it was 3:50 am. I slowly crawl out of bed while lifting the blanket off of myself, to make sure not to make too much noise. When I get to the door, my door …
The end of childhood came gradually, or was it very fast? Thinking about it, my responsibilities slowly grew, and even though I knew it wouldn’t last, before I realized I was walking I flew. My childish beliefs, fears, and grudges vanished from my present mind, suddenly existing only within memories that evoke nostalgia and regret. …
