Contents
Sandstone Village
Marissa Kopco
Classroom
Marissa Kopco
Nurture Nest
Margalit Schindler
Star Shooting
Jenna Citrus
Entwined
Jenna Citrus
It Is All in the Mind
Jenna Citrus
"definitions belong
to the definers, not
the defined"
Emily Sirko
The Sand’s Script
David Albert Solberg
The Night of
the Dance
Devin Prasatek
Continuing
Cognitive Decline
Charlsa Hensley
Divisionism
Amy Hinman
Humility
Jamie Lefevre
enbulbed
Emily Sirko
Dripping Conviction of an Everlasting Beauty
Nada Abdelrahim
Crossword Puzzles
Elizabeth Schoppelrei
Another Restless Night in My Apartment
Charles Childers
A Dark and Early Breakfast
Kara Wellman
I Speak of
Lindsay Hansard
Self Portrait as a Ghost
Jenna Citrus
Pocket Watch
Andrea Ruffier
Allison
Katy Knight
Listening In
Elizabeth Schoppelrei
Priceless Advice
Erin Amschlinger
Make Me Like Autumn
Emily Sirko
What I Want to Know About You
Emily Sirko
Time Lines
RoseMary Klein
Danger of Devotion
Jennevie Stephenson
Lies We Tell Our Children
Paige Thulin
What I Want to Know About You
I want to see how you are under fluorescent lighting,
where your periods end and what your commas connect.
If you squirm at the muck of the river, if you’re afraid to slip on the sand,
and where your chains lead you to the lock on a door, a certain shelf
in your childhood kitchen (do you remember the address?), the cave of
crescent moons.
What does your body mimic,
how long can you keep your bare leg in front of the space heater.
Do you carry a backpack with nothing in it, or are your hands sandy
with dirty paper?
How do you portray “I can’t hear you” versus “I didn’t quite hear you”;
can you tell the difference?
Explain to me, “I guess I’ll just sleep on the floor tonight.”
How do you deal with the ugly or nonsensical, like the sweaty sun
rays of October or the splitting of two wholes you thought were
never connected?
Do you give attention to lamp shades and curtains, or do you thrive
on the vivid in the barren?
Do you know what you’ve eaten today?
Do you take care of the blood or do you paint the mirror for a while,
and is that taking care of it?
Where do your edges end, do you know you’re not infinite?
About the Author
Emily Sirko is a junior English major at Kent State University. She likes cold weather, film photography and record players, but above all else, she loves to write. She writes when the world is quiet and does not nag, most often in the space between days and on Sunday afternoons. Her writing usually stems from nature and her attempts to bottle a sample of its breath and transfer it into words, not forgetting to inhale some of it for herself along the way.