The publication’s staff is back at it again, but this time they are holding a poetry contest sponsored by yearbook. It’s theme is, “Pottsville High in Every Season” and all students are...

Creativity. Acceptance. Empowerment. Those are the characteristics that make their club significant. Diversity Club makes a rebound coming back in October and it is hosted by Mrs. Maria Malek and Club...

Standing in the ongoing emptiness of my head, Memories begin to flash and spread. I stare at moments of love and joy aghast, And soon I’m waltzing with the pleasant times passed. As time...

Plays on words and tiny twists mean much in a poem. In “When The Soul Meats Itself,” his mesmerizing second collection of poems, author Timothy Mengle makes us wonder: “Isn’t it amazing where life...

I am nothing but a blank slate. Nobody around wants to know my state. Deteriorating, draining, at an average pace. The hole belonging to my soul is but an empty space. Am I tired? Am I weak? Am I...

Everyone has written a poem, whether it was for an English class or just for fun. Even if you didn't want to write a poem, you still probably tended to make it about something that relates to you in some...

Gone, like a thief in the night. Missing, when I woke up in the light. Abandoned, I was left from your mistake. You give yourself a title, you’re completely fake. I count what you’ve caused, and...

I’ve waited for you in all this time. I’ve longed for you through season’s rhyme. Through the cloudy smoke you appear. The blackness of my soul has been cleared. You were once a myth to all around...

I wander around the metal room, risers and platforms hung from the high ceiling. This place was highly industrial, but somehow completely empty. However empty, it had to be taken care of, cleaned, or polished....

Annabella Chaklos has written several poems published here on  ETC. Though she’s published three, she has written more. Out of the ones written so far, Chaklos has five favorites. When it comes to inspiration,...

I sit across from the ticking clock. My thumping heartbeat, it's supposed to mock. The wind howls outside and in my mind... My sanity is hard to find. There are constant whispers in my ear... Though...

Every single day, they watch us like a hawk. We were given voices, but we aren't allowed to talk. All of us are placed into one long, straight line. We all must be perfect, not good, not fine. It's...