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“Marginalized” by Joe O’Hearn
Marginalized by Joe O’Hearn The fringes welcome loners our mumblings churn out works of art crafted in seclusion, where no one ever recites them. Being laughed at reaches my heart stretched to my ankles, my mind recoils I didn’t make myself yet here I am. It stands to reason fitting in is required, my thoughts simply trampled shelter me like …
“Atlas” by Alfred Johnson III
Atlas by Alfred Johnson III Sacrifice so much in order to protect my masculinity It takes precedence over my humanity… My sanity tilts on its axis The weight of the world robs me of my balance A man that is deeply saddened I have found a brother in the shamed titan Atlas Appearances are getting harder to maintain The sun …
“IT AIN’T OVER TIL IT’S OVER” by Ray Holmes
IT AIN’T OVER TIL IT’S OVER by Ray Holmes DON’T YOU LEAVE THE STADIUM YET TEAMMATE IT AIN’T OVER TIL IT’S OVER. THERE IS STILL TIME ON THAT CLOCK SO LET THE GAME PLAY ON. JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE BEHIND DON’T MEAN THAT IT IS ALL DONE. THERE ARE STILL PLAYS TO BE MADE PASSES TO BE COMPLETED AND THIS …
“How It’s Unmade” by Clark Ogier
Artist: Clark Ogier Genre: Poetry Bio: I graduated from UNF in 2011 and spent two years in China teaching English and injuring myself. I currently work in production at the Ponte Vedra Concert Hall and I like to write things. Piece: How It’s Unmade Piece Description: Ironically wrote this collection watching How It’s Made while my relationship fell apart. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ …
“Once” by Joe O’Hearn
Once, Seven Different Ways by Joe O’Hearn Once, a fear pierced him, in the middle of a meadow not unlike a pierced Sun Dancer rope-tied to the forked Cottonwood centered in the Lakota heartbeat grounds. Once, a wind brushed him, a song of long ago clear as hollow bird-bone whistles, guardedly jilted from beneath a dogwood flower—smells and sounds stormed …
“Old Things” by Charlotte Kolb
Old Things by Charlotte Kolb I love old things, old pots, old shoes, old houses. The stories they might tell get my heart to thumping, giving my imagination a road to follow. Who loved it then threw it away for the new? Somebody’s hands were here before me. Somebody’s life happened under my feet. I try to hear the voices …
“GARDEN SPAGHETTI HOUSE” by Lucy Cortese
GARDEN SPAGHETTI HOUSE by Lucy Cortese Sepia-colored images on the wrinkled photo dissolve the faded smiles and blurred features of my parents proud Italian immigrants standing in front of their new establishment first-time restaurant owners Garden Spaghetti House the sign above their heads in bold letters Garden literal translation for Giardino a word that stumbles and mumbles euphemism bastardization of …
“Letter to My Father” by Alfred Johnson III
Letter to My Father by Alfred Johnson III No effort was contributed on your end to establish our bond You missed being the first to hold me in your arms Never thanked God for blessing you with your one and only son Never got to experience the poignant moment of me crawling in between you and my mom Regardless, you’ll …
“A Poem Titled; Truth, Art & Physics” by Stephen Mason
A Poem Titled; Truth, Art & Physics by Stephen Mason Truth The episodic nature of dramatic interpersonal relationship undoubtedly recourses fluid like in effort to coalesce with society’s interpretation of truth. To bear witness is to feel the effect; to determine the factor, is the in-sensitized value of the analytical natures of the event as it features itself. For in …
