Volume 96, Issue 91
Friday March 21, 2003
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THE ARTS ISSUE

Adam Powers: 18th Dissonet

William O: I'll Take My Chances

Chelsey Lichtman: Untitled

Samantha Sotelo: Darkness Cover

Larissa Wasyliw: Sick of the Everyday

Brett Lavoie: The Red Glass Heart

Ryan A. Pratt: Running Like a Saint in Exile

Mike Ward: Redirection

Justin Quesnelle: I Wake this Morning in a Box

Justin Andrew Steepe: Regret to Repose

Larissa Wasyliw: Wires Crossed

Myles DeRosse: Void

K.S.: fallout

Chelsey Lichtman: Passage from a short story

Mike Ward: Seemingly Oblivious

Lori A. May: Sonnet No 3

Ryan A. Pratt: Home

William O: House of Cards

Lori A. May: If I Were a Balcony

Elizabeth Lutgendorff: Tick Tock

Ryan A. Pratt: The Last Wavebreak

Ainsley Bladon: Pale Girl

 


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THE ARTS ISSUE
2003

fallout

Like a hand,
Slipping slowly from your limp grasp,
Every second beating like an hour,
Insoluble affection ingrained.
It falls, expectedly, yet sharply.
Resonating in the empty hollows,
Of a racing heart.

What was once certain is still
But hidden behind layers,
Hurtful curtains of time.

Caress the pain,
The aching, the stabbing, the vacancy,
Where he once resided justly,
But now lingers unwelcome.
So entwined in my world you are,
A terrible tangled web of sorrow.

Lonely but not alone,
Separated by streets, bricks, walls
And the bare arms of others.

An inconvenience of emotions.
So let the freedom run warm in your veins,
Revel in the puddles of tears,
And that, which you cannot grasp,
Now will be what twists inside your soul.

Reality strikes harder than a fist,
Yet strangely trudges on.

Words caught on lips,
Wedged beneath pride,
Are now heavier than your callous heart.
While saturated with emotions,
At least my mind
No longer not floats in regrets.

—K. S.

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