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 […]
A Restless Young Man I was a restless young man, Presto agitato. However, I wasn’t the head-banging sort. For some odd reason, while My art school classmates Nodded to punk, the Sex Pistols Or Redness, a Cleveland band – Thin, ragged kids who bolted And welded sharp steel sculptures – Late at night, in […]
The City of Trust is open on every side, like a room without walls, without doors, the same on every side, if you can speak of sides when it’s the same. Whenever you meet someone you say there you are, as if you’ve found the person you’re looking for—it’s better in person than over […]