Tag: Liliana Sosnowski
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“Lakeside’s Couch” – Kacey Veiking
As sophomores in college, we were unaware of how much a used couch should cost. Looking back on it now, we were robbed blind. The cushions do not stay on; they slide every which way if you sit for more than five minutes. The velcro we used to keep them together failed miserably. We had…
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“The Roo” – Kacey Veiking
It sits just off of Route 1. Its parking lot spills into the beaten dirt clearing that latecomers manage to squeeze their cars into. Upon entry, it can feel overcrowded, with people packed into every corner. You are lucky to find an empty bar seat. The chatter of conversations mixed with music fills the bar…
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“The Play Between Pages” – Kristen Giebler
I glance over and see you there—“nerd necking” in your usual posture, completely immersed in your game. Your fingers move effortlessly, guiding you through a world built for you. I sit beside you, headphones on, book in hand, thumbing through pages, tracing words that feel like echoes of my own thoughts. Two different rhythms, yet…
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“Enough” – Miriam Da Ponte
I still don’t know if I should blame the weather, the seasons, the gloom of winter and the dullness of daily routines when reality doesn’t seem to be enough for my happiness. Sometimes, I get to the point where suddenly everything is put into question. The occasional Friday afternoon when I sit in my car,…
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“Second piece” – Kristen Giebler
Careful Consideration I always notice things and think, “Oh, you’d love this.” I wonder if you see things too And think of me the same way. To be seen is to be considered, To be considered is to be seen. An echo lingers, carved deep in my heart, Longing to be loved The way I…
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“Calm before Storm” – Michael C. Denysenko
Man’s best friend. He certainly wasn’t my best friend when he tried to steal my slice of ice cream cake. Honestly though, I can’t stay mad at him. In a way, we both depend on each other. Whenever I’m feeling down, I can always expect a pair of pointed ears and a fuzzy curled tail…
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“I Love You Still” – Julia Prackup
Love is not a glass that is half empty, Nor is it a novel missing pages, Or weeks of darkness with rain aplenty, Love is not a pain that lasts for ages. Love is knowing the glass is half full, And creating your own story’s ending; It is rainbows after the rain, dreamful, And the…
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“Echo of Nostalgia”- Kelly Parker
I hear the echo of her soft, high-pitched voice as if she’s right around the corner. I picture her peace sign shirt, neon leggings, and hair bow. I turn to look, but there’s no one there; all I can hear is her voice. I’m a little girl again, giggling playing telephone in my matching pajama…
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“We Miss You” – Liliana Sosnowski
I miss you. I miss the long walks, and the head pats you gave me when you got home from work. I miss our games of catch, and the sleight of hand you performed at dinner. Your remnant fries, my five-star meal. I didn’t know where you went at first. My days began being filled…
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“Tang of Silence, Almost and Never” – Miriam Da Ponte
We sat on the second step at the foot of her door, our feet on the street, our knees held to our chest with our left arm, hand-rolled cigarettes in our right, and lifting our chins to the sky, releasing smoke between cold words, she spoke: I wish I’d always known, before my last and…
