Category: Edition2
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February
by Anonymous February is the cruelest month. teasing me incessantly with cautious rays of sun rolling through bare trees. I am sure this light would illuminate the leaves by my window but they have left instead, they litter the ground like soldiers fallen in a fated war. February brings signs of warmth that waits in…
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Are There Too Many Poems About New York?
by Sara Baudler ILonely cigarIn the sculpture garden—Do men do this often? IIJust-browning snips of roseWedged into names I cannot hearOver the roar of waterFalling down pits I wish were bottomless. IIIUndulating Hudson—Dizzying and drunken—the kids—Playing pickup on brutalist courts—Inexorable.
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The Truth
by Josette Merenda The day I learned the truth started off as usual, though the sky looked like it had exploded there was somuch rain. As I trudged out to the school bus through the downpour, I took a bite of my once crispytoast, now soggy with rainwater. I gripped the cold metal railing as…
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Edward
by Anonymous Edward spends as much time alone as he can. His ability to do so is restricted by the fact that he lives in the basement of the nightclub GroundZero where people often mistake his door for an entrance to the club. After an adolescence full of chaotic mornings and constant nagging from each…
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Returning
by Scout Noble when you step out onto the deck, the air wraps itself around you; it smells of melted snow, rivulets of glacial water come to rest in the lake at your feet, it smells of fresh soil, dense thicket, and ponderosa pines. the deck itself, plastic woodgrain beneath the soles of your feet, …
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