Tag: David Irizarry
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“Separate Corners” – Mary Margaret Nugent
Lingering StaresStanding in separate cornersBut we each still hold a gazeGlances alternatingOne of our favorite gamesI’m wrong and you’re rightAnd your right and I’m wrongA different tune on your guitarBut always the same songNo one ever budgingNot one apologyBut somehow, I always findYour eyes on top of mePressing down my throatUntil there is no airHolding…
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“The Pint” – David Irizarry
And in a moment of great revenge,My mother once poured a pint of beer onto a man she had left And said “well… she’s alright, if you like freckles, I guess” She watched the drink drip down his face,and even still, after all of that trouble, he just walked away It’s been years sinceAnd it’s…
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“Do You Remember?” – Kathryn Haig
After Todd Dillard Constellations wink in a raven black sky. Your car, lights off, waits as we gaze from atop a hill. Do you remember the first time we danced? In middle school, remember? A square dance. We whirled away on the lodge’s wooden floor As the trees watched through the windows. Trees, drenched in…
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“Gracie” – Lucas Goncalves
There’s nothing like looking into your eyes, seeing the sweetness behind them. Eyes that said “I love you.” Eyes that said “I will always protect you.” You were one of the best things to ever happen to me. To us. But our lives have changed. They’ve changed the moment you left us. For it’s hard…
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“The Whispers of my Heart” – Genesis Jetter
Memo from the writer: This is a reverse poem, it is meant to be read down and then back up again to reveal a new meaning. There lies the whispers of my heart Born through the joys of the world Stories of the love untold My heart racing through my words Imagination coming to life…
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“The Song of Writers” – Ciara Lieby
I am the writer, the pen that meets the page The ink forming letters slowly on the paper Who am I? Why would I have the right to be another voice singing throughout the world? Who am I? Why am I the scribbles on the page? The beauty in America as I sing my song…
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“Sense” – Emma McLaren
Can you feel? The white sun on your skin A light on your face Casting shadows on your detail Wrinkled skin and bone, Now dust, once ever bone ~ Can you hear them? Your children, they call They laugh yet they cry What memories to last In your stillborn wake But we always die ~…
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“Embrace” – Gemma Rowe
Sometimes, When the sky is dark, clouded I can’t make out the voice in my head From the buzz crickets outside, I put my hand to my chest Listening to my heart. The repeating thump, thump, thump, Over and over. The fascinating pressure it creates Barely lifts my palm. I think of my mother. Her…
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“Jack” – David Robillard
The day started like any other Halloween. You woke up, got dressed, and went downstairs to eat breakfast. You had a perfect idea for a costume this year and were excited to show it off. When you stepped outside, however, you were shocked to find your town entirely devoid of people. There were no cars…
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“Christopher Rudolph” – Spencer Blasius
It’s a summer morning in 2009. My name is Christopher Rudolph; I was 8 years old at the time and my dad, Peter Rudolph, was making hot dogs and burgers on the grill for people in the neighborhood to enjoy. He’d do this every Saturday and he was well known in the neighborhood for it.…
