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By celeste sylvester
I wake every morning intoxicated in my dreams. The remnants of freedom clouding my hazy thoughts. The thin line between dreams and truth blur. I am in my purest and happiest form.
This life grips its prickly unloving fingers around my throat. Squeezing and squeezing tighter. Firmer.
The soft loving hands of deception, have changed over the years.
You’ve deceived me monster.
The looming presence of you discolors the painting of happiness I’ve created. You are the pollution in my happiness painted sky.
The reign of fate cursed me. With this indecisiveness. Confronting the ever-denying truth. Insufferable
You fucking piss me off.
OVER THE RIVERS & FAR
By Dennis Mahagin
into the dust of winter dusk
march the harmless
homeless, imploding blister
of sun in their eyes, a ton of rucksacks
on their backs. No wind blows off
the Oregon Sisters like this
fission, never in Seattle, nor
and the lot of them humping
the distance, Blue Bridge to Sacajawea or
Howard Amon park; ...
which? it makes no
difference. One man spits over
the side, through a curtain of red dread locks, this
is no Single File, they’ll be out here for
a while; nary a one
for a month will score
a ride. … and yet they seem
of a kind, consummate, packing a hundred
fifty tents; look away. Remain
in your lane. Relax.
Everything is fine.
The Yakima bows to the Snake
at nine, their side-winding backs
spectral in the weeds, with shiny scales
and reflections of Tri Cities lights.
Fine, fine I say.
Their coats of mail even
now washed away.
Dennis Mahagin is a writer from Kennewick, WA.
this little heart
By Samuel Alcantar
over time, this little heart has been through
countless nightmares and nighttime caresses
this little heart
envelops precious memories of your scrunched
n o s e
que voy hacer
when this little heart belongs to you
i’ll keep your hands warm
in the numbing winter night
this little heart is the warmth i share
Who am I?
By Lyssa Banks
Do I like Sleeping with Sirens or Carrie Underwood?
Am I the girl next door or am I a manic pixie dream girl?
Do I actually like to read or do I like to binge watch tv?
Do I actually like to cook or am I just trying to find something I’m good at?
Do I want to be a mother or am I just trying to heal MY broken childhood?
Do I like anime or am I just trying to fit in?
Do I like thrifting or am I just too poor for Macy’s?
Do I want to be happy or am I just content in chaos?
Who even am I?
How do I find out who I am?
Madeline Alviso Ramirez is a published artist, poet, and cultural worker from Central Washington. @madelinealvisoramirezstudios