Monthly Archives: September 2013

Issue Two – Mini Issue

Early Spring by: Anne Britting Oleson (Poetry)

Bereaved by: Emily DeMaioNewton (Drabble)

Flashback by: Anne Britting Oleson (Poetry)

This is the first in a series of “mini” issues. By publishing mini issues, we hope to publish more often. Please continue to submit and continue to enjoy great works by first time and seasoned authors. We thank you for your support!

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Flashback by Anne Britting Oleson

 November wind swirls the beach

up into our faces, our eyes narrowed:

yours a blue of summers ago,

a time before the beginnings of this life,

mine locked on yours.

 

You thrust one hand deep

into you pocket, the other arm

around me, and I burrow

as far into your chamois shirt

as I can, out of the wind’s slashing steel.

I’m cold and warm together,

or at least not minding the cold.

 

Years later, nothing is left but winter,

since the endless stretches of empty time

erode from memory the shelter

of your arm across my shoulders,

your heartbeat against my cheek.

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Anne Britting Oleson has been published widely in North America, Europe and Asia.  She earned her MFA at the Stonecoast program of USM.  She has published two chapbooks, The Church of St. Materiana (2007) and The Beauty of It (2010). Another book, Counting the Days, is scheduled for release next year.

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Bereaved by Emily DeMaioNewton

With my head resting heavy in my hands,

I weep, succumbing to overwhelming loss.

“It is no use—” you say.

“Crying won’t fix anything.”

 “No,” I respond.

But I am not crying to make it better.

I am crying because there is nothing else I can bear to do.

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Emily DeMaioNewton is a seventeen-year-old introvert who moved to North Carolina a year ago with her parents and her younger sister, Hannah. She dances six hours a week doing primarily ballet and modern dance and was last seen performing as a Guide inThe Nutcracker Ballet. Before that, portrayed the leading role of Jeremy Jacob in How I Became A Pirate, a musical based on the children’s book, and she was a dancer in the musical Pippin.

Emily also enjoys playing the piano, acting, singing, filmmaking, and, of course, writing. Her favorite class in school is English. Emily uses writing to struggle through the maze of adolescence and help others, and herself, understand complex emotions. She won multiple bronze, silver, and gold medals at the MICCA music festival for band and choir performances. She has also performed as a piano accompanist for her choir and various soloists.

Emily’s favorite poems are “Sweetness” by Stephen Dunn and “Your Heart WILL Stop” by Marcella Medley. Her favorite books areThe Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky and Paper Towns by John Green. She follows John and Hank Green on their YouTube channel, vlogbrothers, and is a proud Nerdfighter.

She could not live without air, water, food, books, or music. Her favorite band changes every day but she tends to enjoy bands from Australia, where she has never been but hopes to visit someday. Her favorite place in the world is Hawaii, where she visited for two weeks when she was twelve. She has been to eighteen states and four different countries.

This year, Emily became a junior scholar of Elon University and she was named the district winner of the national poetry recitation contest, Poetry Out Loud, which she considers her greatest accomplishment.

Emily would like to thank her parents, her kindergarten teacher Jeniffer, Ms. Parrish, and Sarah Worrest for their support and encouragement.

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Early Spring by Anne Britting Oleson

Snow at the four corners,

a dream of winter passing–

flakes sifting gently down

like fragments of memories,

or of wishes for things

which have not yet

happened, do not yet exist–

each a cold kiss

on my skin, my hair,

as I gaze along the indistinct

backbone of the faraway hills.

 

I dream you into being,

with an incantation of what ifs,

black-armed maples soughing overhead

with the dying breath of day,

the street below a wet gray scrape

bleeding away toward night.

 

And you are there–

a vision of questionable reality,

unreachable, though my hands,

as always, tremble with the effort,

as the trill of a single bird cuts

across the silence.

 

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Anne Britting Oleson has been published widely in North America, Europe and Asia.  She earned her MFA at the Stonecoast program of USM.  She has published two chapbooks, The Church of St. Materiana (2007) and The Beauty of It (2010). Another book, Counting the Days, is scheduled for release next year.

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