Tag: Paige Soden
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“The Whispers of my Heart” – Genesis Jetter
Memo from the writer: This is a reverse poem, it is meant to be read down and then back up again to reveal a new meaning. There lies the whispers of my heart Born through the joys of the world Stories of the love untold My heart racing through my words Imagination coming to life…
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“The Song of Writers” – Ciara Lieby
I am the writer, the pen that meets the page The ink forming letters slowly on the paper Who am I? Why would I have the right to be another voice singing throughout the world? Who am I? Why am I the scribbles on the page? The beauty in America as I sing my song…
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“Sense” – Emma McLaren
Can you feel? The white sun on your skin A light on your face Casting shadows on your detail Wrinkled skin and bone, Now dust, once ever bone ~ Can you hear them? Your children, they call They laugh yet they cry What memories to last In your stillborn wake But we always die ~…
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“Embrace” – Gemma Rowe
Sometimes, When the sky is dark, clouded I can’t make out the voice in my head From the buzz crickets outside, I put my hand to my chest Listening to my heart. The repeating thump, thump, thump, Over and over. The fascinating pressure it creates Barely lifts my palm. I think of my mother. Her…
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“Jack” – David Robillard
The day started like any other Halloween. You woke up, got dressed, and went downstairs to eat breakfast. You had a perfect idea for a costume this year and were excited to show it off. When you stepped outside, however, you were shocked to find your town entirely devoid of people. There were no cars…
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“Christopher Rudolph” – Spencer Blasius
It’s a summer morning in 2009. My name is Christopher Rudolph; I was 8 years old at the time and my dad, Peter Rudolph, was making hot dogs and burgers on the grill for people in the neighborhood to enjoy. He’d do this every Saturday and he was well known in the neighborhood for it.…
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“Avian Promises” – Madeleine Medeiros
Every spring, a pair of house finches return to our front porch to make a nest in the same hanging fern to lay eggs.The female has a narrow little frame with speckled brown feathers that fade into a dusty rose-red at the shoulder of her wings and lead to a smooth pink beak—as if she…
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“Self Portrait (1984), Jean-Michel Basquiat” – Caleb Jean-Pierre
“Complexity and nuance is where the truth lies”- F.D. Contemporary art comments on modern society. It challenges what is and what should be. It is a critically unorganized critique of the structures we set for ourselves. “Then the LORD God formed the man out of the dust of the ground and blew into his nostrils…
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“Man Like You” – https://soundcloud.com/chrisfusina/man-like-you
by Christopher Fusina I knew a boy that was swallowed by the sky by the flashing lights I knew a man that got lost in the big dark blue and came out alive Let me hold you with me wooden arms Don’t let the moment go by Let me hold you in my arms tonight…
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Cycles- Katie Haig
After Todd Dillard and “Nothing Gold Can Stay” by Robert Frost Leaves fall – the inside of an orange and red kaleidoscope. A red wagon rolls gently down a tired road. When did you get so tall? Have I grown shorter? A blue sled rests against a gray garage door. Crystalline flakes drift to join…
