Ingredients
Filling:
A few too many Bad Apples
2 heaping cups of Ignorance
5 TBSPs of Self-righteousness
3.5 pounds of pure Hate
¾ cup of Fear
A pinch Arrogance
Crust:
9 oz. of Colonization
1...
Everyone plays a role
In this movie called life.
Yet I can’t seem to find
My role.
Perhaps I am not meant for any
Role.
Background character?
No, that doesn’t seem right.
Is...
A collection of words regarding those we have yet to call friends
Surgery in the supermarket
The loneliness hit me on that particular day;
When driving home I realized my mouth...
I rot as I ripen.
A brown apple on the ground
that used to swell with juice in every crevice.
I will be wrinkled and dry,
and who will love me then?
He slips a lock of my hair
between...
I rarely wear them.
The clasp gets jammed and the string is worn,
But the shiny eyes remind me of her—
Of all of them—the women that came before,
So I persist until the pieces sigh together.
Mama...
Three old men live in my house,
Their presence I can't deny.
Although they’re ignored
And often very bored,
They never cease to abide.
Three old men live in my house,
One...
The sun was merciless today. It was a challenge to keep her eyes open and even more so to put one foot in front of the other. Mama would be mad at her if she was late again but what could she do? Walking...
I saw a fat toad on my doorstep.
It spoke to me in its toad words:
“Would you care to dance?”
And I of course obliged.
A pirouette by me
A hop by the fat toad
Movements...
May I come in even just for a bit?
You don't have to engage with me.
I just want to be a part of your kingdom.
As long as I'm visible I’ll be fine.
I say that but I’m still...
Sam Heyl, Opinion and Creative Writing Editor
• October 28, 2022
Dear you,
For four years, I’ve witnessed a peculiar tradition. One in which the oldest, bravest, or wisest of us leave in this plethora of words and meanings a piece of advice, hidden in the harrowing...
In the bazillions…
Collected works of far away poets, no one
Remembers sitting atop my chest and
Effectively crushing everything beneath it.
There’s muscle tearing and blood squelching
As...
We could never be sisters, I tell you.
You have been my friend for nearly a decade. Before and after this conversation, every memory I have will be imbued with you, a reminder that we love each other...
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