Contents
Naked and Fallen
Jenna Citrus
Through Process
Emily Plummer
Tearing at Sores
Regis Louis
The Birth of Our Names
Tesneem Madani
Untitled No. 4
Sarah Kronz
Our Condition
Troy Neptune
On the Fundamentals of Art and the Soul
Ayla Maisey
In the Foreground
Aree Rachel Coltharp
Freedom
Winafret Casto
The Seventeen Seconds of Odette
Rachel Lietzow
Hidden in Sight
Jenna Citrus
Barrio
Casandra Robledo
The Passage
Liam Trumble
Resentment as a Kind of Relief
Eric Kubacki
Beauty Standards
Sarah Kronz
Over the Kanawha
Claire Shanholtzer
Faith
Anne Livingston
For Empty Spaces
Regis Louis
Entropy
Liam Trumble
Culled from the Flock
Deborah Rocheleau
Searching for Divinity
Madeleine Richey
From Pillars to Dust
Madeleine Richey
As Best I Could Do
Hoda Fakhari
In Your Absence
Emma Croushore
Contemplations
Sarah Kronz
The Shadow of Paris
Anika Maiberger
Memories of Home
Audrey Lee
The Beauty in Fracturing
Taylor Woosley
Butcher Paper
Casandra Robledo
Human Scavenger
Devin Prasatek
Babel Was a Second Eden
Luke McCusker
The Painting in Gallery 26
Sydney Crago
Transposing
Ayla Maisey
For Empty Spaces
I’m lying near the attic window
an old house transplanted from its original home
we’ve all been transplanted from our original homes
I’ve been transplanted to this original home
the date is September the 23rd the year unimportant
for Earth remains the same place in relation to the Sun
every September the 23rd
I didn’t know I loved death
until I considered the autumn trees
leaves hanged at the ends of branches
gasping for breath
faces flushed with panicked color
growing crimson gold and brown
they pray for a quick release
from the biting grasp of branches
and find quiet comfort in their ancestral grounds
I didn’t know I loved the serenade of silence
for even in solitude this world continues to sing
even in the vacuum of space
absent of any sound or noise
the emptiness echoes with screams from the stars
their laments chance upon our blue-green
original home
where maybe we mention we feel warm
before long it will be March the 23rd and death
will be reversed
the Earth will stare at the other side of the Sun
the trees and leaves reborn
if Fall be only temporary
to be undone by the hand of Spring
for what reason do we mourn?
new buds bloom
in empty spaces between branches
a child is given the name of his grandfather
Life prevails
About The Author
Regis Louis is currently studying English at Kent State University. When he is not laboring over his poems, you can find him working at the Wick Poetry Center. He believes that it is his duty as a poet to use his writing as not only creative relief for himself but also as an opportunity to share his understanding of human life with others. He thanks you for reading his words.