Category: 2012 — 4.2 (Spring)

By: Justin Oberg

The Cheshire Moon is shining

and streetlights seem so high tonight to pollute

the light around his dome and shroud his cratered head

And zombies walk the streets tonight

 

As everything is still

And as I enter an unlit place

The hunter leaps for thwarted kill

The twists and turns of palm trees rise and fall

As if the sea bent to land to will

And returning safely home I am

With strangers passing by me

In cocoons protruding light

Stark rushed travelers searching for the space

Of night

Driving toward that Cheshire Moon

I’m slowly counting graces

For tiny spotlights over him

Reveal Cheshire faces

And North stars command me home

Back to where I belong

To hear a melancholy blonde girl croon

A melancholy song

My light cocoon is finished

The button has been pressed

My ambient gleam in darkness fades

And I am home again

Life in the Light of Darkness by William Abel

At The Stake by Kelley Egan

Addicted to life (Pantoum Poem) by Nara Fernandez

For A Drum by Angela Fiorentin

Misty Hours by Caleb Wendell Johnson

Acid Angels by Brooks Kennedy

Crazy Little Thing Called… by Caitlin Moloney

Wolf Bait by Stacy Murphy

Chesire by Justin Oberg

Pontoum by K. V. Orr

Shadow by Garrett Woolington

Faculty Submissions

Half by Woody McCree

By: “Woody” McCree

Half-time Replay

I like cloning;
Cloning is fun.
I want a twin
Who will be my son.

I want to know
EXACTLY what he needs,
To be there at each step
When he falls and bleeds.

I want to control
Who he will be,
To shape him and mold him
Flawlessly.

I want to unmake
All the mistakes,
That my own father made
When he screwed up me.

By: Caitlin Moloney

Sweet tea and sweet grass
smell it in the air
“you got a smile so bright,
you’re lightin’ up this place like a firefly’s ass”
that’s when I knew
thunderstorm brewing, me and you.

Your damn lovely summer green eyes
my legs stickin’ to the leather seats.
The twang in your voice
callused fingers on my skin
so long ago
but a powder keg then.

Bring me back to life
to them hot summer nights
lyin’ in your flatbed countin’ stars.
Firecracker mouth and hands like the devil
you sure knew how to use ’em.
Me too.

game, set, box of matches.
BOOM.

By: K. V. Orr

Pontoum

The sun has set

The sand grows cool

The tourists all packed their things

We sit enjoying the ocean breeze

The sun has set

But we still remain

We sit enjoying the ocean breeze

making a new memory.

But we still remain

Holding hands and watching clouds go by

Making a new memory

Night begins to fall

Holding hands and watching clouds go by

The stars begin to shine

Night begins to fall

This moment is mine.

By: Angela Fiorentino

For a drum

You have to make a sound

To strike, smack, vocalize

To drop, shake, roll

For a drum

You have to have an idea

A rhythm

Something jumping around in your head

Thriving on imagination

Pleading to be free

For a drum

You must show emotion

All of the different sounds coming together

Presenting thoughts, feelings, movement

Anger, dance, serenity

For a drum

You have to have a desire

A want to captivate others

A need to become the music

A love for the music