The most responsible task of an artist is to remember the journey from boy to man, then to express that journey lyrically or poetically, with a pen or with a brush, and then display it for the world’s partakers to find shelter and peace within it. Such a task calls for the trust of memory. Read More…
Author: aberes
Pain or Shame You Decide- by Gregorie Marshall
Is it Pain Or is it Shame When a human Heart Loses Space To call on Grace To show Empathy For another Heart Journeys are Unknown On the moments of the Days To rather be Silent Callous words Can only be a Path When comes the day Grace finds its Place To be given in Read More…
Forever Marilyn: The Real Meaning of the Walking Dead- by Gregorie Marshall
Marilyn Monroe has been my favorite icon for all of my life. Until her death in 1962, Marilyn was known as the “blonde bombshell” and became one of the most popular sex symbols of the 1950s and early 1960s and an emblem of the era’s sexual revolution. (Wikipedia 2023). A present-day online encyclopedia’s explanation is Read More…
Is it good enough? Would it be perfect?: Thirteen Rules of Writing- by Amanda Beres
Whenever I think of writing, I think of teenagers or middle schoolers. Perhaps this is because that is around the time I fell in love with writing. Perhaps it’s because most protagonists I’ve seen in books are teenagers. I was ten years old, in fifth grade, and writing poems in my notebook where notes should Read More…
This Is About Me, Not You- by Kamryn Kobel
Whenever I try to write about myself, it always ends up being about you. But this has to be about me. I have to make this about me. Me. Me, me, mine, like a mantra. Like a vow. I have to remember this, because if I don’t, I’ll start writing about you instead. I’m always Read More…
Sway- by Leah Freeman
To be Untethered To be momentarily freed from the constant curse of consciousness The burden of time continually weighing you down
Cherry Coke- by Brooke L. Meservey
I’ll preface this with this disclaimer, I’ve got an active imagination. I like to go to my friends shows and socialize like anyone, but every time I’m there I see this woman drinking cherry coke. I know that’s what it is because I’ve heard her order it. Perhaps on occasion it was a water with Read More…
The Devil’s Train- by Leah Dunn
“But where are we gonna go?” I remember those fateful words all too well. Speaking to a man on the train tracks, alone, and at night no less. I knew better, and had I actually listened to my gut, I wouldn’t be here. I’d probably be home in bed, comfortable. Safe. Instead, I found myself Read More…
Fayez Means Victor – Google it.- by Ghenwa Elkhory
Little pebbles try to make holes in my tired legs as I sit crisscrossed on the orange and green asphalt ground in Hboub Club after practice. Coach Fayez’s voice comes from above and breaks the silence. “You’ve got to be prepared for tomorrow, girls. We need to prove that it’s worth the time to keep Read More…
Could Home Be A Prison?- by Ghenwa Elkhory
It was hard to focus during a game of checkers with my dad in the safety of our home, our home a long way from home. It was more than hard, it was impossible. I looked up at his salt-and-pepper hair and wondered if I could ever survive what he’s been through, but he breaks Read More…