Written and Compiled by Brennan Nick

 

Old Friends. Yelling. Gunshot. Silence. Regret.

 

Left footprints. Tide came. No footprints.

 

Every sickness starts with a hug.

 

Aimed for moon–Landed among stars.

 

Three steps backwards; two steps forwards.

 

Dark and stormy night?! Oh no…

 

If I’m alone, then who knocked?

 

Epitaph–“Only wanted to find home”

 

Once vibrant village now lies silent.

 

Orders given. Orders followed. Lives lost.–Peter Kadel

 

The side of my face hurts.–Peter Kadel

 

Feel free to write your own!–Peter did.

 

No. I’m sorry. I’m all out.–Makena Behnke

 

Editor: Makena Behnke