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My Art Lines, by Veronika Greco

My Art Lines, by Veronika Greco


Phoenix, by Greg Johnson

These Wings, by Greg Johnson


These Wings, by Greg Johnson

These Wings, by Greg Johnson


Troubled Waters, by Greg Johnson

Troubled Waters, by Greg Johnson


Saw the Light, by Juan Del Aguila

I don’t understand

What’s so great about it?

It’s just there

It didn’t take me where I wanted to go

Last thing I remember is a light,

More like a spark

Still not one I wanted to see.

Trucks lights,

Right in my face, not stopping

My mother crying, my father mad

Cop lights in their driveway

Not the lights they wanted to see

An then I saw the light

Not one I wanted to see

A Red light

Fire

Hell!

Not everyone goes to heaven


Water, by Juan Del Aguila

Water

The purest thing on earth

It can determine life or death

No other thing has the same power

If there was a god

It’ll be made out of water.


Questioning, by Juan Del Aguila

Questioning

Is what I was told

Unless it was about “the men above”

I was judged

By those who said

Only he can judge

So I ask and no answer has come

Questions is all I had

Is he real? Or not?

Should I follow my gut?

Or those that follow blindly

no answer came

They told me what I need was faith

And all the answers would come pouring

But instead I got logic that’s when the answers started pouring.


Long Journey, by Holly Wilde

Sinking. Faltering.

Losing control of life.

In too deep. No way out.

The journey is unforgiving.

Heart full of doubt.

It will get better, they say.

Be strong, they say.

I hope. I dream of that day.

Hand over the burden.

For a minute. For an hour.

To not feel the weight

A blessing.

A power.

Taking it back little by little.

Strength. Perseverance.

Help rolls off the tongue.

The first step is taken forward.

The next step has begun.

Pulling out of the sink hole.

Fighting. Loving.

No more falling.

No longer alone

In a lifetime of stalling.

Coming through to the other side.

Seeing the light.

Picking up the pieces

that have shattered around me

in the dark of night

It will be ok, they say.

and in the light of day,

on the moons hem

I am starting to believe them.


Jackson, by Holly Wilde

Bright as the sun.

Deep as the ocean.

Beautiful and carefree.

Dancing. Smiling. Giggling.

Eyes full of question.

Mind full of hope.

Dreaming. Believing. Loving.

Soul full of spirit.

Body full of life.

Questioning. Forgiving. Freeing.

No hatred towards one.

Heart full of love.

Beautiful.

Innocent.

My Hero.

My Life.


Coming of Age, by Kabntsig Xiong

The car stopped. John stepped out of the car towards the abandoned warehouse. His older twin brother followed after him. A gun weighed down in each of their pockets.

“Hurry so we can eat cake at home,” the younger sister, who was still sitting inside the car, said. John backed away from Scott as the car drove off.

“You are the defect,” he said and reached for the gun in his pocket, “Mom and dad always knew that I was stronger. I will be a better son to them than you will ever be.”

Scott dived through the open door into the darkness of the warehouse just as a shot hit the ground where he had been standing. He reached for his own gun as his eyes adjusted to the dark interior. Above the pounding of his heart in his ears, he could hear John’s confident footsteps approach.

“Scott, you were a good brother, you know, but there could only be one of us.”

Scott hid himself by the door and stretched his foot across the doorway right before John took a step in.

Hours after five shots rattled through the warehouse, Scott sat outside of the abandoned building as their family’s car pulled up.

“Get in,” the dad said. “I’ve called The Collector. They’ll be here shortly.”

Scott slid into the passenger seat as his dad asked, “Which one are you?”

“Scott,” he answered.

After a long pause, the dad said, “I’m proud of you. Happy fourteenth birthday.”