Canal-Side Dreamscape By Amelia Mau
The theme for this publication is – Possibility. While change is inevitable, what we choose to do in accordance with change is limitless. As organic matter decomposes, it becomes essential nutrition to other organisms at the base of our ecosystems, creating the possibility for new life. Although we all experience loss and hardship, what we take from these moments can create possibilities never before imagined.
“Dirty Shoes” By: Valory Melville Those crusty pair of ConverseStill rotting in my closetThey were the connection to my friendsAnd the protection to my feet. And I wore those shoesUntil the soles were bareSmooth and thinLike a marble statueThe canvas tattered and rigidDeep black faded to medium grayTime itself had stripped them of colorRubber toes …
The Muse’s Burden By Marley Moore So tell me how hard it is to be you.Your selfless journey through heartbreak and discoveryBelieving every breath you take.Innocence is something you found in me.Low, you know, that they took from you. Vanity is such an odd thingAnother painting of you, another act for meNo painter, philosopher, …
“Numbers” A poem by Scooter Milne I didn’t start out with a whole lot of feelings about numbers, in general. I liked numbers and letters, though I was easily much more fond of the latter. Numbers were fine. They were fine, that is, until my grade hit the number five, and I was told to …
Petty Revenge A Short Story, By Scooter Milne Thursday afternoon’s school bus wasn’t too terrible this time. Most of the buses tended to range from “probably pushing its expected useful lifespan” to “you know the district has an extra liability policy on this one.” I put this one at a firm “maybe another 5 years …
Taboo The cold bench by the bus stop Has had a carcass beneath its metal beams For as long as I can remember A rotting disfigured thing Every morning I must sit above it With a burning nose and watering eyes Pretending it doesn’t exist Until the bus stops by and takes me away …
Look at Me! The apple holds itself together, with a core stuffed with seeds, each one full of possibility that cry out in whispered hope, Look at me, I could be a tree! That first class I had nothing bits of old furniture, a few boxes, barely enough to feed myself, and I too whispered …
All night and day – by ashlea simons Charcoal and Acrylic Paint on Paper Ashlea is a part time employee at Lane Community College. She enjoys taking art classes and playing volleyball in her free time. Taking painting and drawing classes at Lane has helped her become more confident in create work.
