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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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…
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your fingers smell of citrus nail beds lined with the leftovers of clementine peels how lovely it is to have met you and to share…
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The ache of non-reciprocity in love is an ice-cold metal sphere in an otherwise burning pinball machine body. It’s the blue middle finger attached…
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I never enjoyed puzzles. Perhaps I mistrusted them, seeing all their many pieces sprawled out and disconnected. What if the little cardboard pieces wound up…
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Spring comes as a shock Somehow unexpected One day I wake And the tree branches seem longer And their roots stretch further I know that …
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Everywhere I go, all I see is dead trees Sulk around with pills and cash in my jeans Last week, all I dreamt of was…