Category: Issue 4
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“This Life” – by Isabella Fabbo
It wasn’t always like this Mind sharp, knife meeting diamond Hands in kitchen Feet to pavement Scoop from the outside Of the steaming pastina Hours under the golden chandelier Mimicked in thick carpet beneathGames taught, played, rememberedPlay the 8 of spades forIt is wild, candy bowl filled with cough dropsSounds and memories sharp, knife and…
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“Summer Rain” – by Destiny Walton
Standing barefoot in some forlorn meadow, Head bowed, staring at the grass between my toes Warmest, firmest of rain washes me away little by little Heavy clouds blanket the sky, at war with Earth, while I’m stuck in the middleI’m getting vengeful looks from wildflowers and reverent ones from daisiesBut I just close my eyes,…
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“An Open Book” – by Kelsey Donnelly
I opened up and I beckoned you in. You stood on the threshold with your hands over your eyes. Waited for me to shut the doors and Dress the windows back up andStand in the street with you in the cold.NowThe door is shut to you butStill you linger there,Hand raised to knock on the…
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“I Will…” – by Jenna Siuta
I will never be the person to say “no it’s fine” when someone is excited to show me something. I will never be the person that talks shit about someone for no reason.I will never be the person who doesn’t care enough.I will never be the person who doesn’t love enough.I will never be the…
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“Self-Sabotage” – by Hannah Schultz
Starting is the hardest part Thoughts immediately drain Like holes in a bucket Used to catch rain Blank screen Blinking cursor Like a silent mocking observer Check the time Phone a friend Ask them, beg them When will thoughts descend? Then it clicks The words start flowing The mind is a frenzyOf constant composing Line…
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“Want” – by Wren Campise
I want to want to live To feel the sun upon my face And blades of grass piercing my bare feet And countless grains of sand getting stuck between my fingers, clinging to my skin like a mother clings to her childTo know the feeling of wind beneath my wings To feel a laugh rumble…
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“Sonnet I” – by Miriam DaPonte
“This tape will self-destruct in five seconds,” “What of the zeptosecond of my day, But time spent here or there, with or without You?” Run the race and leave the tape behind. The picture framed and taped upon my wallIs past destroyed and present made, a snapOf time of hope of FlorenceJust past the trees…
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“Duplex II” – by Miriam DaPonte
Beauty has the power to make us feel loved. There’s no beauty in a dissatisfied heart. There’s no beauty in our dissatisfied hearts, We lived love as if it was overpriced,Yet we lived, and to love we owe the price.I think the world is in need of more beauty.I think of people in need of…
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“Duplex I” – by Miriam DaPonte
It takes time to see who stands in the mirror. My ex-lover knows this heart is cold. My next lover will know my heart is cold. A voice mutters, “It’s not my fault.”Their voices mutter, “It’s all her fault.”No sword, they put up walls for shields.Pride and pity as my sword and shield,I go on…
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My Skin – By Wren Campise
My skin is so pale that it’s see-through, a translucent curtain.The people observe my bones, how they clank and crackle and pop. They look at them like they want them to break and snap like the raw carrots they ate as a child. Breaking those carrots makes them manageable. If they finish them off, they…
