Penguin Feathers

This piece by Kade Larkin won first place in Clark Write’s fall poetry contest. Kade looks at the theme of transition from a unique lens, with language that is dreamy, sometimes somber, and intensely gripping. Check out this wonderful poem below:

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Penguin Feathers

Kade Larkin

 

Outside, the leaves change—
they have watched the birds flee and
being young leap after them, thinking they
have finally grown old enough to sprout wings;
and their mother branches shudder still
at their loss, glossy bodies
withering until all that remains
are brittle brown skeletons. Continue reading

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Meet the Editors: Armely Pichardo

Meet Armely Pichardo, one of our Editors! She is a senior at Clark majoring in English with a minor in Education and a concentration in Africana Studies. “All You Can Eat” is a short yet evocative poem, and its clever use of text makes it all the more powerful. Check it out below!

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All You Can Eat

By Armely Pichardo

                                    I

                                                set

                                                            the

                                  table for them brought out my finest china and polished

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The Man and the Figure

This contemplative piece by senior Owen Connell explores life beyond death, and the meaning of our own mortality. With eerie and surreal imagery, this story evokes many emotions and deep questions. Read on if you’re looking for great story to ponder on an October afternoon!

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The Man and The Figure

Owen Connell

 

The man was lying on the bed, gasping for air like a fish freshly plucked from a murky lake. Surrounding him were people, all of different nationalities, ages, races, genders and non genders, and economic standings. The man that lay before them had been a hero and companion to them, someone they had looked up to. Someone they had admired.

But none could see the other figure, its form twisting endlessly like a willow tree in the wind.

None except the man on the bed.

The Figure stood at the foot of the bed, its body cloaked in shadow and nothingness. Darkness was its domain, and it refused to remove itself from the comfort and privacy of it. Continue reading