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    ON REPEAT IN THE DARK

    By Matty Bennett

    Age: 23

    Drew lodged a deer rifle down my throat.

    It fires shots every time I try to speak,

    which isn’t often, and will make me

    a Midwestern man—the kind

    no one questions. The kind

    that sneaks out the door

    while the family is gathered

    around a newborn grandchild.

    The kind that won’t hold a hand

    unless it’s Thanksgiving grace.

                                              In the darkness

    of the deer stand before dawn, somewhere,

    you are field dressing your prize, pushing

    steaming guts into the frosted river.

    Somewhere, I am six years old

    hiding in Grandpa’s closet,

    smelling his clothes,

    hoping no one finds me.

                                                 Drew,

    are you still awake? In the darkness

    of the basement bedroom, no windows—

    stories of ashtray women, I touch myself

    to the sound of your voice.

     

    Matty Bennett is a second-year MFA

    candidate in creative writing at Virginia Tech.

     

     

     

    Old Paradigms

    By Timothy Wayne Moore

    Age: 27

    a dark hand had spread across the land

    based in power and oppression

    the collective actions of the minority,

    is the obsession of a cohort with the majority of influence

     

    directed at our advancement

    or rather the lack there of

    our chances are held up high from above

    as we crumble from not having enough

     

    those with ability sacrifice

    the possibilities of the many

    still rolling the dice

    to gain profit but at what price

     

    the very existence of our species

    is threatened by ineffective policies

    out dated mind frames and broken games,

    our society we pretend, functions healthily

     

    when so many are without

    not covered, erased from doubt

    the perfect image of the middle-class dream

    is to pretend that poverty is the enemy

     

    when in reality

    millions are started unfairly

    having to carry the bruises

    of being broken and used as if not human

     

    our history is of national abuse,

    drunk with power a baby holds the noose

    for so many who don’t fit from infancy

    into some preordained society

     

    are we to repeat history

    still acting as if the current beliefs

    are fair depictions of our individual stories

    we are taught to hate early

     

    have to unlearn what for some was natural

    begin to unravel a different way to travel

    through life, searching for truth and light

    to evolve into a being of faith and might

     

    can we move past superficial judgments

    to more authentically deeper moments

    honoring the freedom of life from the creator

    searching for purpose to something greater

     

    Searching for positivity

    By Timothy Wayne Moore

    Age: 27

     

    The world is always falling

    everyday despite the sun rising

    we’re bombarded with a dark sway

    such dangerous days

     

    But what about the calm moments

    when nothing’s happening,

    when you are at peace

    does that cease to add to

    the happier side of things

    the possibility each day brings

     

    You can fall 1,000 nights

    but you’re given that extra day

    to create a new way

    to change your thinking

     

    Instead of harboring

    on the doom of it all

    why not search ever so far

    for as much goodness

    as you can witness

     

    Timothy Wayne Moore is pursuing a master’s of leadership from Rosemont College.

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