Category: Poetry

By: Garrett Woolington

You are my shadow.

I can only hide from you in the dark.

I wish you would not continue to stalk me.

I am my own being.

I can only hide from you in the dark.

Why do you shape yourself to look like me?

I am my own being.

I do not understand why you try and take that from me.

Why do you shape yourself to look like me?

I can only hide from you in the dark.

I do not understand why you try and take that from me.

You are my shadow.

By: Kelley Egan

At The Stake

Standing in the middle of flames

waiting to burn.

They say what i speak is evil

and this is how I will learn.

But the man with the chalky skin

knows not, his evil deeds.

The man with the sky blue eyes

ruins all he sees.

I’m talking, but no one is listening.

will my words always go unheard?

I’m thinking of what God will say

when I am forced to rejoin his herd.

They’ve beaten me with fists of ignorance

and whipped me to the bone .

Hundreds of  years etched in my back

while I lay upon their stone.

Stripped me of my cloth,

while spitting on my frame.

But, they will never change my mind,

even now standing in their flame

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

By:   Nara Ivett

“Heroin is better than an orgasm,”
within waterfalls of hair she said,
the cry of an infant, unborn glass spasm
trapped and pounding in her ribcage.

Within hair waterfalls she unsaid
“I crave no bursting woodwinds,
trapped and pounding in my ribcage,
due to injected implosion footprint.”

“I crave no bursting woodwinds,
someone’s depression or dad’s wrongdoing
due to inject, implosion footprint
the bigger it comes, the harder it fell.”

Blaster platelets, blood cells themselves,
as the cry of an infant, unborn glass spasm
when vertebrate blood counts in bright red,
pounds heroin’s pain, not heroin’s orgasm.

One smile can cause a storm of fury in a jealous man’s mind
so beautiful is his bride with eyes for another that lay fixed upon the one that choose her
yet yearn for the one she does not know and only can imagine
his touch foreign from what she knows and her mind driven by her jealous groom to find

reoccurring thought of just a passing glance caught by a man who has everything yet nothing
nothing if his brides eyes keep wandering to the nothing of a man
anger fills a room and searches for the release as he throws her and drives acknowledgement
there she lay broken in the perfect home knowing that her hearts torn

pleased I am not, flattered I am not, ashamed I am that I am the man that caused this rift
my eyes pierced her soul unbeknownst to me and free from guilt I am
I kissed each cheek at her wedding and shook his hand as his eyes told the story of contempt
her eyes cried out for me a man she does not know and will never

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