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I Know the Facts
By Dustin Lowman
It’s not time to face the facts
They know they’ve already been faced
I know them, and they know me
We’re forever in the same place
Look to Your Shoes
By Ashley Lepre
Look to your shoes when you’re lonely or blue.
They’ll remind you how lucky you are to be you.
When the ground that you’re walking seems mean as a curse,
you may have it bad but your shoes have it worse.
The Glassblower
Michael McGovern
The second hand does not circle.
It exhales deeply, resignedly some days
And vigorously others, into a plexiglass
Balloon—never pausing to catch a breath,
Never paling from the sanguine skin—the pressure
Beneath the chest climbs to the surface and
Leaps desperately through the whitecaps…
…a gasp of fresh air.
Paternal Character from England
By Oliver Stein
You say that you are relevant
with your hand you demonstrate
the words you speak are rich and fatty
but feel like gluten in my sac
I am allergic.
Life
By Manny Montanez
Waking up on that morning was not fun.
Hearing thoughts word made me want to run away.
I had heard it all before there was nothing I could do.
My grandfather is going to die.
I Know
By Dustin Lowman
Every day is so long
And I know I’ve been wrong
I shut my eyes
Nothing to see
The sun goes down
On this lonely town
And all that I wished I could be
Find My True Colors
By Dustin Lowman
The older I get the less sense things make
When I learn the social norm and what’s at stake
When I say one word, the meaning’s worth a book
What I’ve given’s worth much more than what I took
Neverland
By Ashley Lepre
Congratulations Peter Pan!
You never did become a man.
Obligation, so restrained-
Thank god you managed to remain
avoiding, for you knew you must,
the tragedy of love and trust.
The Swing Set
By Ariana Sigel
It’s 62 degrees outside
In the middle of February
I watch the two seasons collide
It’s quite extraordinary
On the first of many sleepless nights
Michael McGovern
We wander. Through the darkened halls
Of sleeping homes—we miss a step
Here or there but always regain our
Footing, we claw familiar walls
And kitchen sinks for comfort, we
Dread the faultlines between floorboards,
Creaking as we do when meeting someone
New—a forced politeness that
Crystallizes our fluid movements of
Comfort—handshakes held in place by
Polyurethane, opinions and preconceptions
All the same. We look for something
To distract ourselves.