Broken Glass

Carver Lawson, Special Projects Manager

I’ve realized recently that I rely on my sense of sight too much. 

I’m so fascinated by the image in front of me that I don’t notice my posture is craning my neck, 

and I don’t feel how my body is knotting up from spending all day analyzing the feedback from my eyes, 

and I don’t feel the emptiness in my stomach and the headache from my hunger, 

and I couldn’t sense how my spirit was dead and dry because my fixation was futile, 

and it all didn’t even occur to me until I felt every sensation hit me in one go. 

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Cover Up

Austin Price, Editor in Chief

The breath of winter’s lungs, chills us to the bone

The cold is prickly, making the body weak and feeble

Despite our menagerie of fabric draped upon us, with stitching keeping us concealed, our delicate flesh protrudes out, adjusting the texture of our usually smooth skin 

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