Letter From The Editor 1st Issue
Dedicated in loving memory to Dr. Jacob Littleton and Grace Hwang, lovers of words who saw hope in every child. Dear Readers, This first issue of Spilt Arts represents not only the last ten months of hard...
Dedicated in loving memory to Dr. Jacob Littleton and Grace Hwang, lovers of words who saw hope in every child. Dear Readers, This first issue of Spilt Arts represents not only the last ten months of hard...
Nightmares By: Yosselyn, a survivor Mommy got addicted To drugs She sold me For drugs I was scared to go with a man I didn’t know. I lost my childhood Mommy hit me. I got a bruised black eye....
My Education and My Future: I’m Only 15 and I’m Pregnant By: Torieauna Hilbert I never considered having a baby at this age. I guess you can say I wasn’t responsible. When I should have been thinking about my...
The Book By: Melanie Gutierrez and Jordi Salgado You walk down the empty street where you spend most of your nights walking without a purpose. You stop at a deserted street corner. The light is red so you press...
The Polka Dot Dress By: Heidi Awada Gemma wore a pink polka dot dress Without knowing it would end in a catastrophic mess. She tumbled down the grassy hill, Which resulted in a fruit punch spill. The kids began...
The Voice Of An Immigrant By: Adrian Lopez I run for a better future I swim for an opportunity to live the American Dream Why are we afraid of deportation? Because, back there all we saw was devastation Getting...
Black and White By: Cesiah Coreas My world is a blur of black and white Sometimes it just takes me by surprise I can see my future being very bright Hopefully no one fills it with lies I have...
Untitled By: Yvonne, a survivor My father figure died, After that I never even tried. Molested, raped only 14 years old Never at 15 did I think I could be sold. It didn’t destroy my body, but it killed...
Every issue of Spilt Arts will feature an adult who has overcome significant socioeconomic struggles to become a hero in his or her community. Our staff is proud to present our first hero, Dr. Alfredo Quinones-Hinojosa, who has gone...
The Ballad of Rose By: Janeth Preciado The morning mist blurred his face, Leaving the dark trail without a trace. One night she awaoke to an empty bed, Covered her eyes and rest her head. She cried and cried...