By Anonymous In that cold dark garage… Standing on top of a matte black Honda Civic, wheels falling off the frame and windshield shattered to bits. Mounting it as if only to assert dominance over having successfully reached the end of the ghost ride. An owl flew by, and I looked the other way, knowing what it meant. The tow truck will struggle to fit in these tight quarters. It’ll be a headache, but once it’s in police impound I’m clean of this. What a trek I’ve had since. Moving this paper weight will be easy enough. $6,000, a car, and my favorite hoodie. If I went through it again,…
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Early Morning
By Cadence Cedars Hues of pink and glistening gold pierce the canvas of the sky, softly unfurling through the clouds, as the sun greets the waking earth, whispering a warm hello. A gentle song, sung this early morning by a chickadee, mingling with the breeze. The sky subtly shifts, painting dreams in shadows until the moment she rises— her glimmering glow drawing my gaze, capturing my heart in a stillness of contentment.
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Ghazal: Stand and Listen
By Cadence Cedars I wish to stand here, feet on the earth, heart to the sky, reaching. A connection so deep, my soul’s song, ever reaching. Tall grass and willows sway gently, whispering low. In the stillness of faint humming, I breathe and try reaching. Immersed in her embrace, I owe my life to her care; Each leaf a promise of love; I stand by, reaching. Stand and listen, for life is a melody sung. In the arms of her beauty, you belong; listen, by and by, reaching. The cadence of nature sings sweetly as rivers flow. In the depths of her essence, I find peace, heart beating; I…
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Tinky Winky is in the Walls
By Maurlucuar Alethia Belleque I sit, mourning a fuzzy yellow hamster-shaped hole in my heart as I stare at the open hamster cage and the perfectly straight line of untouched poop between the cage and my bedroom door. Three weeks later, I continue to hear noises in the walls.
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Trick or Treat
By Kylen Johnson “Trick or Treat?!” I have king-sized candy bars in the back, come on in and pick what you want.
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Knocking
By Brayden Bluse I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror.
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Eventually
By Maxwell J Hyland In the immortal words of Johnathan the Consumer. We all economy eventually.
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Winter Games
By Martin Bargo It was 1986, and he did not fit any definition of a “good boy,” but since he was the firstborn child on both sides of the family, Santa still brought him a present. And what a present! The flaming, exciting, and futuristic Atari 2600. The console came with a one-button joystick and a cartridge. He connected everything and flipped the power switch. The old-school TV, which back then was just school, lit up like pixelated fireworks, displaying an outstanding number of colors: 128. In the game, a tiny character jumped between chunks of ice, and every jump added a brick to an igloo in the background.…
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Soul Roots
By Cadence Cedars Beneath the sky where softness reigns,Embrace the call as daylight wanes.Come forth, unmasked, in nature’s fold,Share with the wind the tales untold.Root deep within the earth’s embrace,Merge with the land, find your place.Let Mother Nature’s senses reel,In her bosom, let your spirit heal.For in the whispers of the breeze,Lies the melody that brings us ease.Live in rhythm with her pure,In her symphony, we endure.
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Stardust
By Bri Ross I am Stardust, not cold nor hotI am the constellations of the night sky, bright and dancing among the darknessWith light, I am goneWith the Sun’s set and the Moon’s rise, I find myself dancing once moreI am the Earth, not here nor thereI am the grass that lies below your feet, standing never goneWith winter, I grow dormantWith the spring, I grow once moreI am the Sea, going and comingI am the River who gives your lifeWith the cold, I become jagged and harshWith heat, I bring drought and famineI am…
