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 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…
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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…