• Image of Lake Quannapowitt taken at sunset.

    I want to know what it’s like to be truly known by someone; to have their touch memorized and feel how their frame fits ...
  • Image of a fountain against a purple and blue background with the title "Fountain of Youth: A Narrative Retelling by Lexi Graham"

    I sought youth that was everlasting. I couldn’t fathom the idea of growing old. Riddled with lines and marks that would give away my ...
  • Image of the four seasons depicted in tree with the title "An Ode to the Seasons: A Haiku Collection by Lexi Graham"

    Spring Fresh daffodils rise as the earth drinks up the rain with Spring’s arrival. Summer The sun’s rays beat down. Humidity sticks to skin. ...
  • Image of a beach walkway as the sun is setting

    “Boredom is necessary,” says a random user on Reddit when I ask for advice on how to disconnect and find myself, but how is ...
  • Image of Plum Island beach during a sunny day

    Each morning that I wake up, I’m reminded of how cruel my reality has become because you are no longer in it. My dreams ...
  • Image of small town Bath, Maine in the rain. Brick shops front a wide sidewalk lined with trees.

    The fatigue of habituation plagues my heart. I’m cursed to see the same faces on every block and then go home to dream of ...
  • Image of a cabin in Maine on the ocean overlooking a sunset

    Why do these walls torment me, their screams vicious and never-ending, So shrill in my ears, consuming my vision until my eyes become blurry? ...
  • Image of a journal-like collage with symbols of time and writing with the text "Sanctuary: A Sonnet"

    I do not think my brain was made to hold these swirling thoughts that dare conflict so strong. I withstand their onslaught until I ...
  • Image of a lit match in the dark with the text "Ignite A poem"

    My thumb digs into the grooved metal of the striker wheel, pressing and flicking to ignite my lighter. It sputters and clicks, trying to ...
  • Image of a bedroom window displaying the sunset

    At the end of each day, I used to stumble into bed, and stare at my phone screen until my eyes blurred. I tossed ...