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 Fathom 2005

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Poetry

Sara Squires (2)
Ann Leslie (2)
Jennifer Clarke
Patricia Murray
Kari Gunderson
Heather E. Thomson
B.D. Mitchell
Wesley Colbath
Brooke Gray
Christopher Misura
Robyn Goldsmith
Michael Kimber
Italian Stallion
Oghomwen Ehigie
B. C. Hackett
Deanna Foster
Jonathan Rotztain
Sarah Lofton

Prose

Jonathan Rotztain
Robyn Goldsmith
Sonjel Vreeland
Connor Robinson

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Sara Squires

 

 

I hated me for a moment...

I hate, I hurt, I cry
I live, I laugh, I die
I burn, I want, I need...
something.

For a moment there, I hated me.
I screamed aloud. I couldn’t see
past the tip of my nose
to look at other people’s faces.
For a second I had wished for pain.
I turned my head. I cursed the day
I stepped into this world
and these new places.

I seethe, I groan, I roar
I’m afraid to look for more
I seek, I hide, I long...
for something.

I love, I ache, I yearn
I break, forget, but learn.
and I hate to wait my turn.
But patience is a virtue...
and then there’s me.

For a heartbeat, I forgot to breathe,
Mouthed silent words and clenched my teeth,
wondering if I’d feel this way
once tomorrow’d come and gone.
For an instant I felt everything
Yet nothing in the pit of me:
a cold and chilling silence
where everything felt wrong.

I strike, I miss, I fall
I’m human after all.
I reach out with my hands
and hold on for dear life...
to something.

 

 

Elated

I pray to You a simple prayer
I toss it up, I don’t know where
And hope that You will hear my voice
And whisper in my ear
Can You stop the sound and start the rain
Stop the sun and fill my pain
Dance with me just for today
And paint for me Your name

Why make it complicated
I’m elated
On these faded floors
These doors must lead to somewhere
getting nowhere
Tell me, can I be Yours?

Why would it matter if I take Your hand?
You’re not another popular name brand
to me. at all.
Not now

These trimmings leave me burdened down
I’m smiling like a half-ass clown
My tears all taste of sugar drops
Will you teach me how to frown
Can You sort it out or separate
The truth for me from what is fake
If I wish upon the Milky Way
Will You speak for old time’s sake?

Why make it complicated
I’m elated
On these faded floors
These doors must lead to somewhere
getting nowhere
Tell me, can I be Yours?

      What if I’m happy staying where I am?
      How can You help if I can’t see Your hand?
      Or am I just another fan who’ll cheer for anything,
      anything at all.

 

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