by Sam Goodman
Found Poem
Branson M.O
By Jesus L. Diaz
INT. Meade high school — day
We see the view of a high school hallway through the lens of a wrinkly dinky digital iPhone camera. Tracking down the walls in a singular continuous shot with small sounds of wind in the background.
A BENCH
Sits gazing outside the bright window with lights shining down on it.
A STAIRWELL
Sits still with no life left on it other than the view of dust costing on by its steps.
A CLASSROOM DOOR
Sits decorated and still with no life on it.
We see a teacher teaching a class, unable to be heard by the audience.
Cut to:
INT. Meade high classroom — moments later
We see a teacher sitting at their desk occupied away from their work through the eyes of an iPhone camera once more. The person holding the iPhone camera we see through is JAY-JAY (18). A shaggy haired high schooler with something to hide, and not yet much of his character to be understood.
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A letter arrived yesterday from my friend Jim. My normal custom for an early-in-the-week Jim letter is to save it to open on Saturday morning. To …
The Greatest Tribute (Ode to Jim)
Blue
Blue,
The color of the sky.
Blue,
The color of the ocean.
Blue,
The color of eyes.
Blue,
The color of sadness.
Blue,
The color of peace.
Blue,
The color of tranquility.
Blue.
By: Stephanie Fernandez W.
inspired by “Sympathy is a Knife”by Charli XCX
by Janaya Anokye
A girl thinking she can outdo me
figuring out the space to get my
anger out of me, my vulnerabilities
tell me to keep up just to spit my
resentment to grudge over can’t
stand above in all parts of my
body across to the side, confused
to cut like blood drips to the floor
fearing the unpleasant sense of space
of hope when it ends clockwise to
the bottom room turns around, my body
Whispers of love: A puzzle untangled
By Mirriam Manka
In the realm of hearts, we once did meet,
Two souls entwined, destiny’s sweet feat.
Like puzzle pieces, we found our place,
Fit so perfectly, with love’s embrace.
But fate’s design had different plans,
A bittersweet melody, life’s intricate dance.
For though we fit, like pieces in sync,
Our union, alas, was not meant to link.
Pegasus 