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Poetry & Prose

“Don’t Go” by by Naomi Turner

Don’t Go

by Naomi Turner

They think it’s funny.

You think it’s grand.

The idea of grasping that gun 

in the palm of your hand.

The pull of the trigger.

The sound of the fire.

To see the eyes of someone, 

who no longer feels desire.

The change in your tone,

When I read your letter.

You look alone,

Man in that camo sweater.

You step off the plane

After what feels like eternity,

And I’m so happy I start to cry,

But you will forever hold,

That look in your eye.

Don’t go.

“One” by Varun Batta


by Varun Batta

Just a moment, a sight, a thought
Of just one person, one feeling, one dream
Always leads to a physical reaction
In core muscles throughout my being

Da‐dum, Da‐dum, Da‐dum, Da‐dum
Heart is beating normally, until I view
Just a few letters change beating to racing
When the origin of those letters is my darling, you

Just a wait, a stay, a longing
For just one event, one time, one instant
Always seems to take forever
Time just passing, seeming distant

Tick‐tock, Tick‐tock, Tick‐tock, Tick‐tock
The clock is bidding the moments adieu
Moments last forever, they never fade
When they are the moments I share with my dearest, you

Just a check, a swipe, a peek
To see one source, one view, one block
Always I am sending and receiving
Just a few words, to reply and talk

Da‐ding, Da‐ding, Da‐ding, Da‐ding
Notifications continue to come anew
Only one of which curves my lips
When from the love of my life, you

“A Stranger’s Summer” by Jacob Kechichian

A Stranger’s Summer

by Jacob Kechichian

It was the first summer night of the season. I stood against the railing on my balcony and gazed upon the small city. Faint sounds of laughter and music flowed through the air and the soft warm breeze kissed my face. It was a cloudless sky that evening and a full moon, which shone bright, stared back at me as I to it. The stars, hidden behind the city’s immense lights, pushed through and radiated unto the sky. Nights like these were ones I lived for, where I could sit and silently observe the city; a self-deified stranger to a godless city.

“A Poem for Peace” by Jean-Pierre de Levay

A Poem for Peace

by Jean-Pierre de Levay

A playful boy
In the cover of the Iron Dome
His youth unleashed unto legos and cars
And, yet, his sister with no such toys
Here, where Arabic glides in the air
In tears subdued
Her father no longer there
Her mother’s heart shattered beyond repair
Her neighbors fleeing the wickedness of this hell
The screeching sirens chaotically continue
Thrusting the devil’s command of hissing missiles
The yells of innocence hastily echo on shell-shocked cheeks
That peace that once was, has stormed away
Her diluted pupils a fearless pain avow
Sculpted in the somber edges of her eyelashes
Her brother from across the ungodly divide
The motion of his toy cars stops
Up, he stands, grasping ferociously his heart
Ready to hold in place the dying cosmos
To his loving mother, he charges
Asking but what had happened?
As if to hear a tragedy of stellar gravity
But the monotonous, ghostly words
“Nothing new, son”
The only fading reply

“Diamond Promises” by Khadeeja Sajid

Diamond Promises

by Khadeeja Sajid

My Dear,

“I promise I’ll change,”

is a diamond promise.

And I wonder if you know

that diamonds can be found

in abundance.

There are many myths about diamonds:

that they are the most valuable gem;

that they are precious, rare;

that they are the most refractive.

No. The only true thing

about this gem is that

it is the hardest on our earth.

So, when you make 

your diamond promises,

remember that I’ve seen this promise before.

The world has seen it in abundance,

the promise is not sacred,

nor special, nor healing.

No. Unfortunately,

the only thing this promise is,

is hard.

“Golden Stars” by Rachel Hannusch

Golden Stars

by Rachel Hannusch

The golden stars dance

across the sky,

and in my arms

the baby cries.

Hold on hope,

do not die,

and in the dark,

the ravens fly.

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