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Stories & Essays
A Day In the Life
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By Sida Li
Eight Minutes
_ By Michael Gettings
Jesusland
_ By Max Gordon
One September Morning
_ By Brian G. Ross
Patrimony
_ By Len Joy
Reading Between the Lines
_ By Michael Gettings
Scarring Truth
_ By M.W. Hamel
Snapshots of the Ordinary
_ By Monica Lee
Spirals
_ By Robert Connal
Stars
_ By Daliso Chaponda
The Jury
_ By Jeremy Tavares
The Thief
_ By Marva Dasef
The Train to Pennsylvania
_ By C.L. Atkins

Poetry
735 Miles to Nootka Island
_ By Nicholas D. Klacsanzky
Al Fresco Cafe Poems #125
_ By Duane Locke
Al Fresco Cafe Poems #127
_ By Duane Locke
Barnstormer
_ By Lynn Strongin
Gilded Candy
_ By Mina Blue
Marriage 2
_ By Christine Redman-Waldeyer
Memo to Italy
_ By Andrew Francis
Rain, Your Words, and the Agony...
_ By Betina Evancha
Sarcasm
_ By Juliette Capra
Textbook
_ By Christine Redman-Waldeyer
The Unspoken Eloquence of the Sword
_ By Anne Nialcom
Three Shades of Grey
_ By Monica Lee
We Pay
_ By Betina Evancha
White Dread
_ By David Snyder
Writing
_ By Betina Evancha

Art & Photography
Keira Anderson
_ Photography
Anne-Julie Aubry
_ Paintings
Whitney Clegg
_ Photography and Drawings
Eman Reharno Jeman
_ Photography, Graffiti, and Drawings
Mike Pomery
_ Paintings
Jennifer Robbins-Mullin
_ Photography
Madia Krisnadi Widodo
_ Photography
Penny Wilson
_ Mixed Media and Digital Art

Rain, Your Words, and the Agony of Being Right
By Betina Evancha


You say you believe in my courage
Boundlessly, completely
But here it ends:
A quiet moment, my hand slipping into yours
A simple question
And learning if Im really missing you
For although my nights are filled with icing dreams
I balk, your eyes familiar
And my hesitance

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Our words were stern, the barrier drawn
Cold and strong, so separate
But can you answer
When I ask what makes our footsteps slide to rhythm?
Even in silence, we stand together
Shoulders touching in thoughtless comfort
And at night, when the poetry begins to flow
Your words are the first to sing their tune
A taunting smile with golden strands of hope

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And also, the letters were all for you
Shame spitting anger over the pages
Tear-stained words to keep close, crumpled
So I will be reminded of the old you and the innocent me
Of struggling through the spider webs of jealously
And learning to see through the baffling hazes of hesitance
Of love and connection
Of mixed communication
I will remember the dead layers I tore away
Just getting us to here

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No matter-
I think that if the past is past I can create the present
And when the rain slashes us in waves
She grins, lets race!
So we pound, slipping, laughing, breathless, down the sidewalk
And as I touch the mark
I turn back
Salty water dripping down and over and through me
Lighting up my face-
I smile for you to chase me.
But you shake your head
You're walking, proper, dry
A hundred steps behind
And though you're the warmest of us, and proud of it
You catch up and
I wonder why you wrap your arms around me
Coming away as soaked
As the happiness on my goosebump-riddled skin

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BETINA EVANCHA is a high school student from Massachusetts. She has been writing poetry since she was eight years old, but she only became serious about it and began to share her work two years ago. Besides expressing herself through free verse, she also enjoys singing, playing sports, and laughing until she can't breathe.

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