Scream within a Dream by Marco Deveaux

I woke up groggy and unsure, Head turned and felt the sun beam on my face through the window, My lips were dry as chalk as the world spun. My bed was rocking from side to side, I felt like I was on a boat going through choppy waters, The screaming coming from my right

Dream On By Téa Barrett

By the barracks of bare backs,Each tune that is owned,We sway and swingTo the wayOur bones dream on To swing and to sway,And to twist, and to turn A lanky silhouette and a wide-grinned black catStand at the corner of a lamppost far off.He tips his hat and taps his footTo the wayHis bones dream

Dreamers by Max Stutman

The Boy Who Loved The Sun By Noémie Brisson

Icarus thought he was very much like the moon, and he often found himself gazing upadmiringly at it. Unlike himself, the moon was free, up and alive in the sky, gleamingproudly for all to see. Although Icarus wished to be free, he and his father could not escape easily, for the labyrinththat imprisoned them was

Cemetery Tea Party By Romee Chartrand

There was once a boy made of coal who lived across the street. I met him when I was asleep. As I roamed on the road. I opened my eyes and the cemetery gate. The sky above me was dark. Heavy. The sky of the end of the world. I was waiting for the storm.

Editorial 2020

Dear readers,  This issue of the Creations Journal comes to you as a beacon in a trying time. We may be stuck inside, but our words shimmy out of the closed doors and sneak through shut windows because they are all that can. It is important for creators to come together, now more than ever.

Patient

By Eleni Andonatos Schellenburg Hand over your Medicare Card. Announce your appointment time and who you are going to meet. You don’t know their name? You are here for a pre-scheduled appointment with the emergency doctor. Are you new here? Speak louder so that you can be heard through the glass. Please register your address

Another Test

By Eleni Andonatos Schellenburg   I was staring at the screen; my phone just kept ringing. On the third call, I picked up. She was sniffling and hyperventilating, Her broken breath wheezing in the mic. The next test was tomorrow, and she felt Pressure in her chest. I put her on speakerphone And muted myself.

To My Darling, My Love, My Human

By Eleni Andonatos Schellenburg   I smell something nice; I smell something great: It’s the trash from the snacks and the food on my plate!    Forgive me, please feed me, I won’t wait forever. On the desk, on a chest, I’ll eat it wherever.    Once I hunger no longer, I’ll jump on mother’s

Dancing Lovers

By Melyna Gilbert It started in a small room with plaques describing Van Gogh’s life. It was bland, empty, and held no emotional connection to him. It was almost like they didn’t want you to feel his pain. But once you stepped through the doorway, it was like coming into a completely different life. Colors