Category: Prosetry
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Dream of you…by G. Mramor
: you can sleep here tonight
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I created the land…by G. Mramor
I created the land, open up to me make your paths turn forever the way spread your forests thick and endless give me arbour in rains give me burrow in snows then show me the light of spring tresses through the verdant crowns let the wind comber through the shaking leaves and when the…
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I created you friend…by G. Mramor
I created you friend,
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Between night and day…by G. Mramor
When bounds are renounced
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Daytonighttoday…by G.Mramor
You are the sunrise spreading across misty heathered crests
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…by G. Mramor
Cold tears, a black string of cold tears down the passing rose in your cheek, from your eyes I gather pieces I once gave memories I take back love let it numb out quickly please, Winter surrounds, a cold wind lashes yesterday’s snow across the fire burning out embers yearning for heat, across our lying quiet…
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Speak my coldness to the air…by G. Mramor
, if you ever loved me, make for me a tower, and on her weathered body with a jagged rock write Colossus, fore once I knew and once more I shall know, in her body twist a stair to heaven and there aloft plant a tree, then bring my body into her and up to…
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PRESS: When You Write It, Put it In Parentheses
When You Write It, Put It In Parentheses By debuting a new literary magazine, the Boston University duo of Phillipe Chatelain (CAS ‘13) and Michael Pitter (CAS ‘12) are attempting to preserve their generation’s artistic and literary impact post Post-Modernism.
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life lines by C Duncanson
Cassie Duncanson is a student in Western Massachusetts studying English and Art History. She bakes like a 50’s housewife, and has a film camera I don’t use often enough because film is expensive. She works on an island off the coast of New Hampshire during the summers. Read more of Cassie’s work featured on IP. Life…
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This I have seen…by G. Mramor
You people, your beliefs are terrifying, you see skin before you look into the eyes you say other before you listen to them speak, and you bring tears to your children, fore you are a shame in your children’s eyes, they, when they have words for tears, when they have words their own, when they…
