Matt Cooper Guest Poet Lucretius said nothing In the Nature of Things About the bullets that would Make my friends disappear Like the oceans that used To Roll over the flat, Dormant plains here. The Orwellian history of now, The Comets, Corrosion, The Cultural eutrophication And police officers murdering The sick, the elderly mad men… Continue reading De Rerum Natura with a Handgun
By:Jay I don’t want to be here I said I would end this It turns out being in this place Is not as glamourous These smells are familiar You may think they’re sweet But to me they are awful And symbolize my defeat These people are brutal They simply won’t listen For them,… Continue reading Midnight
by Klare Hufman Mixed Media: Charcoal, ink, oil pastels on mat board.
Jack Clayton Lantern Staff You’re sometimes a friend, You’re sometimes an enemy, Regardless, you never seem to be there for me. You seem to use me for your personal gains, I guess you do work in mysterious ways. You either want me around, Or not want me at all, Which of us will really end… Continue reading Silence
Dee Guest Poet One dance. I’ve become drunk to your touch. Driven to your allure. Yet you push everyone away. It’s your fabricated mystery. You play aloof for protection. It’s easier to leave rather than stand your ground. I understand that. You’re not at home here. Caged and afraid. Go out and satisfy your wanderlust.… Continue reading Remember me
Sergio Cisneros Lantern Staff When I was younger, I used to sit with my family outside of the garage on humid summer nights. We would watch everything from the rain rushing down the hill we lived on to the fireflies dancing through the grass and between the pine trees that never die. We had a… Continue reading From Light to Light
Tesla Bethel Lantern Staff I awoke to the sound of screaming. Bolting upright, I tried to gather my bearings. I looked over at Ren petrified in the corner. I quickly gathered our things into our pack, and grabbed my small pistol. It was nothing fancy, just a normal 19 millimeter. Grabbing Ren, we darted outside… Continue reading Desolation’s Greed Continued
Matt Cooper Guest Poet Blindness of men often comes with Clear sight and a clenched tongue. Behind the veils of cold eyes a Ten cent minstrel show goes on and Unfurls the story of a full spectrum Of peoples who built roads and canals, Who built levies and earthen dikes, Who at the same time… Continue reading A Civil War
Sam Wellick Guest Poet Despite common misbelief, I assure you money matters. Every cent of it. Some learn this sooner than others. There comes a point in time where that hopeful reality will all come crashing down, hospital bills, tuition and a recession will surely cause you depression. I remember as a kid, a trip… Continue reading Monetary Monster
Dee Guest Poet Your heart beats openly. Beauty trapped in a broken soul. There’s a weight in your chest no one should bear alone. You were left vulnerable. Your heart’s open never lacking charity. You never asked for anything but love. They came they took and they left. Conquered and alone you’ve been taken for… Continue reading She had worlds amongst
