Valentine’s Day Contest 2019 – 2nd Place Winner
Poem by: Amanda Buttice
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Valentine’s Day Contest 2019 – 3rd Place Winner
Life is too short to dwell over losers s s He broke your heart? Sew it back together. He ghosted you? Act like he was never there. She rejected you? You dodged a bullet. She’s sending you mixed signals? Change the channel. They never text you first? They aren’t worth your time. “Easier said than done.” Not really, though. Once you face the truth, Instead of believing in the lies, You can stop wasting your time, And move onto someone worth it. s s Poem by: Sophie Dufresne
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Life In A Material World
Photo by: Sosse Karasarkissian
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The Beast Within
Drawing by: Dalia Kozak
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Hold Me
Oh, hold me in your arms I don’t wanna let you go But I need to It’s still early in the morning Yet the sun has risen I’m holding onto the serene Expression on your face In this perfect setting Where all meant nothing I’m holding onto the memories I can’t erase Tell me why’d you have to go? Tell me why I have been moving on? Where did everything go wrong? Why are you fading? I’ve been thinking about you lately The feelings keep coming back…
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What’s left of my father
When I look at my father all I see is body. I see a pile of bones, some flesh and a dim flame that’s been burning for far too long. Where once was a mountain now rests an abandoned field covered in snow, but he sets himself on fire in order to keep himself warm. My father is always breathless, like an actor after a performance, he crawls back to his body and sews himself back into his old skin, hoping that it still fits. My father is no Van…
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An Argument Over Dinner
Terror is in the moments where hope becomes knowledge despite any underlying understanding of the inevitable, and then it is in that instant when our very human lack of knowledge is understood. This is horror. It accounts for the countless less obvious terrors of our existence… The party that was gathered for the reading of the will was stuffed into a hot room. On fabric chairs they listened to a letter: “I’m afraid I will have talked a lot and left so much unsaid. Things go unshared, even after…
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Observations
Look at the way she is looking at him there is love, trust and longing there Even though this is a public place buzzing with people and noisy waiters and waitresses They are sitting across each other in a dimly lit area near the window he says something and reaches for her hands Even though there are people around and the children are very fussy He laughs about something and reaches over to remove a speck of lint or paper out of her long strawberry colored locks even though the…
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