Your hands turned me into a leper, Infection through blows. Fists poised to strike, As mine were made to remain pursed in your lap. Unaware…
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No trees grow here. for my environment is unlivable. A specifically cultivated outcome, with extra care put into carelessness. Regardless of ventures to gather foreign…
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Dystopia | Fall 2024FeaturedProse & Cons
While waiting for the 201,
by Simcha Kobernik-Pollack October 16, 2024a man drives by with his window down and says; yew knee pluh? or unicorn? or you need a plug? but I’m not sure which…
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Tomorrow is my wedding day, with someone I have never met, but I know they will be my soulmate. That is the comforting, never once…
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We began laying the foundations in late March of 20?9. This was nearly ten years after the final of those with means had fled for…
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I’ll start this off by saying nine times out of ten, I hate goodbyes. Goodbyes mean endings, and endings are always really hard. I started…
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I recall the very first rush night of Fall 2021 when I began my time here at Ithaca College. I walked into Williams 323 (a…
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Joining Buzzsaw Magazine the fall of my sophomore year was one of the best decisions I made over my four years of college. I went…
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I joined Buzzsaw at the beginning of my sophomore year of college. As things began to return to normal after a strange, COVID-y start to…
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FeaturedProse & ConsRoots | Spring 2024
Making Dinner for Mom and Dad
by Simcha Kobernik-Pollack May 3, 2024i’m making dinner for my mom and dad; lemon caper pasta and green bean casserole. they are sitting in the living room, i hear peals…