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I stood alone As you walked away. I should’ve known That it would end this way. A creak in the bone From between my vertebrate…Your necklace: a millstone. It aches me to say That I can’t let you in. Enraged, I abandon To the cold outside. The snow that I …
Laundry List, a monologue CHARACTER: NANCY. 30’s. HOUSEWIFE AND MOTHER SCENE SETTING: The kitchen of a family home. It is clean from regular maintenance, but has not had a thorough “spring cleaning” in some time. AT RISE: NANCY is at the sink, …
Family Totem by Salome Carrasco, PPCC student This body of work is inspired by my love of birds and curiosity about my Amerindian ancestry. Being removed from the language and traditions of my ancestors brings me deep sadness and feelings …
Hey, canary bird Don’t you just love these long rainy afternoons When an hour isn’t just an hour A little piece of eternity A paper moon But it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed in me I don’t want realismI don’t tell the truth—I …
On a small college campus in early winter, through the walkways daily, teemstudents who come to lay their sacrifices on the altar of some intellectual dreamwho sweat their foreheads for some precious gem of light, one and every one, they come, and I …
To be a poet is to be alone,to make friends with a penand be familiar with the feel of paper.But to be a poet is not always lonely,for there is inevitably an argument to be had with the trees,a compliment to …
When you sang the song of yourself, you said that you would filter and fibre my blood.You said that you would for wait for methat if I was lost, to keep seekingfor I would find you around some bend in the …
The evening sun was glaring as I drifted into my apartment. I was greeted by the sound of running water. Had I left something on? That’s when I noticed the gigantic bulge in the ceiling. The white gypsum drywall swelled, …
We were the children of soldiers and airmen, and war ruled our blood. We terrorized the neighborhood with plastic lightsabers, garish nerf guns, and barbaric stories. We staged elaborate battles, splitting the neighborhood into warring factions with which to destroy …
Even amidst the craziness of our current world, here’s some encouraging news for you writers & artists. The Parley staff, publisher, and myself have decided to extend the deadline for submissions. That means, if you missed the March 15th submission deadline for …