I am Not a Refugee by Sadie J. Testa Secca

I am not a refugee. I am, however, an I.D.P, an internally displaced person, essentially a refugee who has not crossed international boundaries. I now live far from my former Floridian home, currently residing in a three bedroom apartment in New York City. It might sound luxurious but considering the amount of people that live … Continue reading I am Not a Refugee by Sadie J. Testa Secca

The Boy Who Could Fly by Giustina

DISCLAIMER: This piece contains violence and strong language, reader discretion is adviced. The covers are soft, my pillows are fluffed, and I’m the perfect temperature. So why can’t I fall asleep? The realization that my friend found out I can fly was probably contributing to my insomnia; not even my family knew. A twig snapping … Continue reading The Boy Who Could Fly by Giustina

Birds Eye View By Christina Hale

Wings swept open, cutting through the atmosphere, In the darkening sky, the world seemed endlessly clear. Dancing with windswept clouds, not a worry in the world, As the ginger falcon’s crimson wings are carelessly unfurled. For a creature seeking freedom from the problems down below, All the troubles and the worries now the size of … Continue reading Birds Eye View By Christina Hale