I was not yet four months when we first met,But it did not take long for you and I toContinue reading "“Sophie” by Emily McKinnon"
“There Is Always Next Time” by Emily McKinnon
Whenever I thought of flash bulb memories I always thought of a fifties style camera. You know the ones withContinue reading "“There Is Always Next Time” by Emily McKinnon"
S2E3: A Talk on Nonfiction Writing & Fursonas (ft. Samuel D. Giles)
Join Gabby and Kelsey in a conversation about nonfiction writing with Waymark's art editor and previous submitter, Sammy D. Giles! They deep-dive into the themes of names, family, and fursonas in Sammy's nonfiction essay, "Under the Dirt and Flowers," published in Waymark's Spring 2025 Issue.
“A Conscious Night” by Amber Haliday
In late hours like these, Late enough to be early morning I wonder why I lie awake Perhaps my deviceContinue reading "“A Conscious Night” by Amber Haliday"
“Don’t You Love It When It Rains” by Amber Haliday
Don't you love it when it rains Watching the subtle buildup of water until a droplet forms The sound ofContinue reading "“Don’t You Love It When It Rains” by Amber Haliday"
“I Live in Such a World” by Amber Haliday
I live in such a world Where fear and joy break and rebuild me simultaneously, Where healing and pain intertwine,Continue reading "“I Live in Such a World” by Amber Haliday"
“Order Number 12,023” by Sophia Krohn
Dear Mrs. and Mr. Johnson, Congratulations, you are the next in line to be recipients of an Adler Doll! WeContinue reading "“Order Number 12,023” by Sophia Krohn"
“Between Mama and Me” by Lashanda Baker
The smell of fried chicken drifted throughout the apartment as commercial ads broke up the hip-hop station’s music during theContinue reading "“Between Mama and Me” by Lashanda Baker"
“Blue Paper-Thin Wings” by Isabela Rezende
The butterfly perched atop my finger, stretching its blue, paper-thin wings. For a moment, I thought of curling my fingersContinue reading "“Blue Paper-Thin Wings” by Isabela Rezende"
“Why I am Not Left-Handed” by Wrendolyn Klotzko
I was meant to be left-handed,but when my pencil dancedfrom side to side across my page,through my fingers, between myContinue reading "“Why I am Not Left-Handed” by Wrendolyn Klotzko"