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“A Haiku” by Eric Feldstein
Birds chirp on branched trees. Sakura petals I smell. Spring is here at last.
“A Limerick” by Danielle Smith
A Limerick The sun came out and blinded my eyes, And all the shirts abandoned their guys. Somehow I have bug bites Beneath my black tights, If this be spring, then give me grey skies.
“A Haiku” by Danielle Smith
A Haiku Spring is here at last And I meant to write a poem, But it’s too nice out.
“A Memory ” by Danielle Smith
The feeling of a ceiling fan Will always remind me of lying On my back on the cool couch, black, Eating pop-sicles with my sister– Arguing about who would dodge The invariable roaches in the hall To get us more, … Continue reading
“Another Poem for My Love” by Danielle Smith
While you are mine, and I call you my own, And lie in your arms, sinew etched in stone— I try to love you and yet you must ruin With words, a skill-fully crafted illusion. But when you are just … Continue reading
Silenciosamente (Quietly) by Nicole Seleme
Silenciosamente (Quietly) Sigue llorando el viento en su oído A pesar de que solloza Algo más silenciosa Que las lunas del ayer. El reloj susurra Y la corta, Suavemente. Piel de piedra, Corazón de azúcar. Aún duele, Suavemente. ______________________ The … Continue reading
“Losing Grace” by Danielle Smith
Losing Grace Throughout my career as an English major, I have read many accounts from people’s live recounting invaluable morals from personal experience. And intrigued by this genre, I decided to try my inexperienced hand this noble educating. Through this—I … Continue reading
“Absence” by Eamon Thomasson
Can one express with accented quarter notes twilight reflected in brass and strings in the same way the sunrise reminds the sidewalk of its loneliness? If I were to articulate to you the dance of the spirits, you would dance … Continue reading
“A Eulogy” by Danielle Smith
A Eulogy I went to feed my heart and found it dead, Starved by my ever-insatiable greed, I start to grieve, but “No need,” he said, “No need for such sad feelings felt To live the lot which life to … Continue reading
“On Breakfast Serial” by Eamon Thomasson
For me, writing has mostly been a relaxing and enjoyable activity. This isn’t to say I’ve chuckled and danced through every essay I’ve ever written, nor is it to say I’ve thought my writing is perfect, enjoyable to read, or … Continue reading