Poetry
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Fleeting Life – Charlie Amore
It took peeing on a stick Everyday For weeks To confirm your place Inside of me But souls have a way Of rushing through Blood streams Of superimposing on cells Acting as platelets Healing scars All that to say No stick could prove I had two souls For a short time only It was proof…
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Sonnet 1: Lost – Gary Kwong
When we seek everything that we have lost, Back traveling to old, but finding new. Not knowing if those steps were worth the cost, So slowly did Time shift our precious view. Thine eyes do fail to see thy fated wrath, As if the unknown would be obsolete. The pain of loss brought by the…
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into salt again – Katie Seifert
the love I know has tasted salt- let it seep into its wounds. sting until the burn is the same as it’s always been recognizable, mundane almost. I fear I will become an immovable pillar of salt among the waves forget home cease to hear the drumbeat on the sand become a woman who no…
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RIOT – Henri Jacob
We wrote a letter after he died We made t-shirts as memorial We began a social media campaign We asked the murders to take an eye exam We called our neighbors and formed a cop watch No one heard us Our efforts muted We grew restless We saw red We marched We had a sit-in…
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What Do Stars Look Like in the Middle of the Ocean BY JENNIFER BARONE
What Do Stars Look Like in the Middle of the Ocean what do the waves feel like are they calm, placid without wind or violent as you charge through swelling, white caps between past and future making you seasick but not enough to turn back only love can make us sail the open…
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WHAT IT REALLY IS ABOUT by VIVIAN IMPERIALE
I couldn’t take it anymore Walking by sad, homeless people, barely looking at them as I passed them by. I wanted to be better than that so I decided on a simple outreach plan: I would give them granola bars. Using my instincts, I chose the people to approach. I thought that my gift…
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The Skyscraper (Benjamin Guterman)
The Skyscraper by Benjamin Guterman Concrete slabs, ribbed and reinforced with iron, Set together on riveted crossbars of steel, Towering from the earth, and thrusting Ever upward through the clouds. Skyscraper of bold and massive slabs, A thousand glittering windows soaring through the clouds In ever faster succession along the rising grey rock. Skyscraper with…
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“Futility” by Dorothy Pilgrim
Futility by Dorothy Pilgrim To rise from earth’s low level for a space And soar to giddy heights of mind’s delight; To hold brief commune with the great, a sight Of greatest truths to catch; and then this place Of slowly muddling things to reach; to face The thought that through your life you’ll fight…
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“Ten-Second Sermon” by Jack Hulse
Ten-Second Sermon by Jack Hulse There seems to be a tension in people’s talk these days. Their speech is nervous, impatient. All of this, of course, is the reflection of fear–fear of their war-baby that killed so many Japanese so quickly. Maybe people are beginning to realize that you can’t be relaxed and charming while…
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“The Highway” by Fred Mayer
The Highway by Fred Mayer It parts the forest pushing trees aside, And leaves a wedge of concrete gaping wide. It stretches past the plain like the leveled light, And curls around the mountain tops at night. Or sweeping by, it mocks the creaking waste Of dying towns, rotting and hollow faced. It cracks the…
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