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Clarity Sonnet
By: Gene Case Shall I divulge my truth unto thine ears? I pray thee, take the gloss of gall in stride, Forswearing to the pettiness of fears, For ‘tis not thee who lavishes for pride. Should I make known the nature of my sins --Thy saintliness regarded nothing less-- ‘Tis my bleak quality which something thins, Diluted by the storm of thy duress. Prithee, hast thou no worth for dignity? I meet thine indiscretion at thy brow, And catch its mocking tilt of poetry: Thou publish what thou knoweth of thy vow. Thy sweetness craves my credit something cruel, But I durst grant it not, or bear a fool.
Submitted by: Jessie Dudding, Photography
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Lessons Found in Learning to Welcome Loss
By: Gabby Calugay-Casuga Life has loveliness to sell, in the marshy shallows, in view of the fading animals, where rushes grow, and oozing lichens cling, and at the back of the room. You live in this, and dwell in lovers’ eyes. You are a river by which we are constructed and undone. You move in your own seasons, wade through black jade, where we learn to lose and be helpless about it. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster and see another map. Seeing shall take heart again. But alone you must drink life’s gall, singing: “I am marvelous alone!” Sources: Sara Teasdale, Raymond Souster, Margaret Atwood, E. Pauline Johnson, Nicole Brossard, William Shakespeare, Al Purdy, Don Paterson, Bronwen Wallace, Marianne Moore, James Langer, Elizabeth Bishop, Anne Michaels, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Spencer Reece 
Submitted by: David Cuevas
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lullabies
By: Sophia Chu it rests in your eyes, streaks of your iris blur to a grey scope. it clings to your smile, the crooked falseness a break between us. it cries from your words, the bare platitudes, milk every drop of guilt. 
Submitted by: Zachary Doyle
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By: Addy Marshall Dark azure varnishes The vapored overcast. When blizzards finally eliminate, That better indicate My utter liberty As monsoons Are never compatible With gaiety Untitled
By: Isabelle Walma A big black dog walked down the road, The big black dog came to a little green toad, They had a big fight, The toad came out alright, But the dog had no weakness that showed. Despite the most simple first impression, Let’s indulge in a second-stanza digression, Symbolism for studies, The toad is close buddies, And the black dog represents depression Ca- the after
By: Hannah Angione We live in the after, we just don’t know. There’s a before, an after, time ago. If only we had known a time ago. Our eyes are open, we just can’t see We live in the after, you and me. When it is in the past, we are cured of our blindness It doesn’t last, like all things, it will pass. We end up back where we started, blind and deaf We wait for the after to cure us again. It’s only in the after we can see the wrought. But we can’t live in the after, visit don’t stay. If we could choose, some would never go. If we did, there’d be no room to grow. |
Is this real?
Rebecca Kempe Is this real? Can I trust what my eyes see? I hope it’s not a vision made to fool the likes of me but if our windows become live feeds and our contacts become screens, then we’ll never know when life becomes virtual reality. Look, to me this is a problem, look, I’d like to know the truth, but I don’t know how to do so if you’ve tainted all our proof; if our glass is not transparent and the sounds are all from speakers then I’ll have a hard time finding scenes that aren’t human made. Untitled
By: Eman Elawad Clarity Clear Light Goes Through Window Fractured Colours Sprawled Across The Glass Table In This Moment I See Clear Clarity 
Submitted by: Alexandra Quinn
A Cinquain
By: Emma Wilson Nature. Seek its freedom, Relish in its beauty, Allow it to capture your soul. Wander. 
Submitted by: Lauren Reeve
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