On Thursday, November 18th, Straylight Magazine hosted an Open Mic Night in The Den at UW Parkside. Between performances, the audience and hosts worked together to create this exquisite corpse poem: I walked outside And I smelled smoke. It filled my lungs and made me choke Breathing became more difficult by the minute I laid […]
HOPE: Hold On Pain Ends 1 Paralysis of the mind and the power it possesses Pulling the sensitive strings of the puppet it perplexes You’ve wandered far from the familiar form you’ve been fit with You’ve wandered close to the edge of “GOD HELP ME! What is this?” 2 […]
16 “Who? Who?” Thomas opened his eyes. He wasn’t afraid. “Who? Who?” “Hooter.” He whispered, his voice too weak to vibrate. “Good to see you.” “Who? Who?” “I’m bear bait. But not its dinner.” The rain had stopped. There was no sound besides the owl. “Who? Who?” “I’m a stupid boy. I’m ignorant. I am […]