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may edition

Untitled
anonymous

The Beam
by Sara Ost

learn to love
by Dex

Something to Think About...
by Michael Rivera

Winter Falls
by McKenna Catherine Kiefer

Untitled
by Stephanie Carberry

THE MARK OF HIS LOVE
anonymous

"I Once Was Lost"
anonymous

Untitled
by Deskrete

Birthright
by Nina Simon




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Untitled
by Deskrete

I looked in a puddle and saw my fathers reflection/
My father laughed and pointed me in no exact direction/
I followed the road that lead to my existence and kept taking breaths in/
No exception to the rules, except I was a fool for even excepting his
suggestion/
From that point I met my mother...her smile was faintly remembered/
I pictured this moment candidly, she was takin away from my family in late
december/
She looked so beautiful and my father had his wife again/
I learned to love water alot more and the night just seemed right again/
I'd like to spend a few more minutes suspended from time/
But this magical moment of stagnation has placed me in special predicament in
my mind/
I find my mothers hand in mine walking alone through a wooded path/
The same path my mother and father should have passed/
and I find myself reflecting on the times they spent fighting when they could
have laughed/
This puddle and I have grown to like each other with every passing second/
All this shit about my parents and I've started to feel threatened/
So I tried to leave the puddle, but didn't even think/
That this was some corny plan the cerebral pulls on some people when they
drink/
My fathers reflection had died away some and a new reflection had appeared/
A strangers face that I had never seen before, older...glasses and a beard/
I looked away for a moment and heard my mothers faint song/
She used to sing that to put me to sleep, I still remember even though she's
gone/
I looked at the horizon and saw the slight appearance of the dawn/
Then looked and saw no puddle and realised I was my father all along/

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