Monday, April 23, 2012


 by JD DeHart

There’s a screaming face
The real killer is an ape
The pendulum swings
The heart beats loudly
The wall is full of secrets
The house is really crazy
It has mad see-through eyes.

Monday, April 16, 2012

how to disappear completely

by Jarrett Fontaine

 A wooden step creaked under the weight of a large man. It sounded like a staggering walk up the stairs, drunken but deliberate. My heart filled with dread.
One step closer.
His alcohol breath was my kryptonite. I lurked away from my bedroom door. Nine years old, but I felt like a weary soldier. Battle fatigued. I'd been waging wars against my alcoholic father for as long as I could remember. He took it out on mom; he took it out on me. I looked at the starry sky through my bedroom window. Last week my dad had thrown a ten-pound weight at me and broken it. My mom scraped together some money to have it replaced, but inside I still felt shattered.

Monday, April 9, 2012


 by JD DeHart

Tall mammoth
Loud voice
Not much to be seen
Pounding out syllables
Blowing off steam
I turn my head to side
Politely exit
I have no time for displays.