The Bookshelf

By Nancy Boyer

Hanging in the corner above my comfortable recliner, framed in warm, golden oak, is a plaque that reads Books wash away from the soul the dust of everyday life. Next to the recliner stands a brass floor lamp, strategically placed so the bulb casts a muted shadow onto the pages of the book I’m holding. The walls are painted a deep scarlet, the bold color peeking out around bookcases stacked side by side, shelves crammed with volumes collected over many years. This room is a gift from my husband and daughter, the summer Kim graduated from college and moved into her own apartment. It is the place where I retreat from life and escape into the wonder of words as I have for as far back as I can remember.

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Sharing a Table

By Martha Dain

Inner thoughts are murderers. 

While sitting on a couch in one of those dingy student lounges, I have my laptop plopped on a table in front of me. I’m watching the screen – perhaps pondering with an elbow on my knee and my chin in my hand – I don’t talk to anyone. That’s not how this works.

Some girl I’ve never met takes the couch opposite of me. It’s distant enough not to force conversation. Do we make eye contact? Appraise the others’ existence?

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Aurora

By Leah Fuls

Cold, I am stuck here forever. I will never see the blue skies again, just blinding white.

White, to remind me that Aurora has left me. I wonder if she will ever be back. I look around me, but all I see is Jack.

He brings coldness in his eyes and takes over this world.

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Together We Sing

By Ruth A. Connors

I have been conjured before, by writers before, never this strongly.

I, Walt Whitman, a kosmos, emerge outside a university, a gripping force inviting my soul, a yearning for my words and disposition pulls my body, I float through the grounds.

I come upon my magnetizing force in Stroud 315. My eyes scan the room and lock on her, a young Hispanic woman – dark curls, timid, broken, dumb, she hides, watching as her professor reads.

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Blackout Poem for Allison Perno

Raziel Fletcher is a senior English Major at East Stroudsburg University and is from Bethlehem, Pa. She is an avocado expert, hater of winter and both a fiction and poetry writer. She hopes to go for her MFA in Creative Writing so she can write better satire in the future.

Bloom

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By Samantha Bogert 

Flower

Samantha Bogert is a senior at East Stroudsburg University with a Business major. She is part of the photography club on campus and lives in Easton, Pa. Her hobbies are video games and taking photos of nature.

Twilight

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By Samantha Bogert

Taken in East Stroudsburg, Pa.

Samantha Bogert is a senior at East Stroudsburg University with a Business major. She is part of the photography club on campus and lives in Easton, Pa. Her hobbies are video games and taking photos of nature.

No Time Left

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By Bailey Holbert

A broken watch that does not tell the time anymore.

Bailey Holbert is a junior English major whose concentration is Professional and Digital Media Writing at East Stroudsburg University. They are an editor for the Calliope Literary Magazine and a tutor at the Writing Studio. Bailey currently lives in Philadelphia, Pa. with their mom and stepmom, their two dogs and their two pet lizards.