From the Editor's
Desk

Highlights:

🚪 Breaking News: Someone’s been knocking on doors in Newake — three times, just before dawn. No one’s ever seen who it is. No one’s ever missing anything. But something always feels… off.

🐦 Downtown: Birds are gathering in strange formations above The Lindo Building rooftops. The same pattern, every morning. Some say it’s a warning. Others say it’s a map.

🎓 SSU Campus: A senior art student’s final project disappeared from the gallery overnight. In its place: handprints in indigo and a jar of river water, still warm. Student not concerned, said it was an offering. 

May arrived with still air and split ground. The kind of quiet that don’t mean peace — just pause.

The garden club reported blooms sprouting where no one planted. Purple hyacinth in the shape of a ring behind City Hall. Ms. Corrine said it smelled like someone else's memories.

Mother — the oak, not your mama — has been humming again. Not everyone hears it, but those who do have started waking up with headaches and names they don’t remember saying. The city says it’s nothing. But the bees know better. They’ve started circling her roots like she’s mourning. Word is the new resident in the house on the land that she stands on is up to no good. 
Students at SSU are hearing footsteps where there’s no floor. A grad student said her dorm mirror caught someone walking behind her — only, it wasn’t her reflection. 

None of this is here to frighten you. It’s here to remind you that Stantonville don’t forget its own. The land listens. The water keeps count. And the silence? It’s waiting for you to say something true.

Watch what you echo.
Speak what you mean.
And for now — don’t walk home the long way.

Dear Readers,

Musings of

May 2025