(Vol. 11 | Spring 2024 - Cowley Student)    The night air was thick and seemed to hang stagnant around the edges of the almost forgotten lake. Years ago, many neighbors and families would gather here for the day. All the children would playfully splash and carry on with laughter and giggles in the cool water. The adults would sit in the shade of the old oak trees and sip on iced tea, catching up on the gossip. Young couples, lovers wanting some privacy under the stars, or ne

(Vol. 11 | Spring 2024 - Cowley Alumni) This blood red sunset Reminds me of the mangos Going bad on the counter Their music so loud last night I couldn’t sleep so I asked them Nicely to turn it down And instead they screamed obscenities And called me names I can’t repeat Tonight when they’re good and drunk I’ll sneak up from behind Their hard rock blasting And throw them into the trash Double-knot the drawstring And take the bag to the curb Tomorrow’s not trash day But some

(Vol. 11 | Spring 2024 - Cowley Student) In the quiet moments of our shared bedroom, I find myself lost in the depths of Calvin’s world. My initial excitement of discovering someone who I feel completes me fades into the routine of our daily lives. Yet, beneath this perfection, a storm brews, threatening to shatter the fragile illusion of our perfect love. As days turn into weeks, I begin to notice subtle shifts in Calvin’s behavior. His once-endearing quirks now seem like