Butterfly
She glimmers,
Catching the summer rays in her wings.
Like shiny gold coins spilled upon the pavement
You cannot help but watch as you walk by.
She’s alone
And practically begging...
ONE.
“She’s here!” The doctor announced loudly to the whole room when
Kayleigh was born. I was only nineteen, so the attention was unwanted and
unneeded. Shortly after Kayleigh came into...
People Shape You
I heard a lot online as a kid that the people you choose to spend your time with build and shape who you are. I thought that it didn't make any sense. I was me, not someone else I thought....
An old lady sits on her porch on a hot day in July, gazing across her small overgrown lawn at the children playing on the swings across the street. She watches as their legs pump the air, propelling them...
Life’s purpose is a highly debated phenomenon- is our purpose to serve some higher being, to do good, to build a family, or travel the world? Should we all subscribe to one big thing, some kind of dictating...
Two doves commence their labor in the oblong, stoned dovecote with their fellow birds in the high fortressed mountain subject to the shivers of peril itself;
The first dove works under the guidance...
For Valentines day, students were invited to submit their poems to the Aerial to be included in a collection. The prompt was “short-form love poems”, though they were also encouraged to write whatever...
If on your flight
You break a wing
Or lose a feather
Or forget how to sing
There will always be here,
Dim and warm
To rest up in a tree
Away from harm
If on your journey
You go astray
Or forget...
