The high school Visual Arts design competition, sponsored by Barclay Tucker, was a major success. Lyndon State College visual art students were able to help high school students interested in visual arts. "The competition helps the students in a few ways," Tucker says. (0) comments
I can recall fresh red fabric vivid against vibrant white, Your oh so infamous blue star emblem shown brightly, Proudly laced before I even left the five and dime store, Many miles since we have walked to determined destinations I have sought, From fa (0) comments
Here I sit on throne adorned with crown. I fought and I struggled knowing the cost knowing some would burn and the rest would drown, but I am proud of those who have been lost. Rushing and screaming into the blaze of battle my men were valiant they did not ever cower, even though they were slaughtered like bunches of cattle. (0) comments
I stand before myself And I stare Into my eyes Searching for life When it seems I have None. I often have to wonder If it's really me Staring back out Or, Am I the reflection Of the person staring back at me? But a reflection disappears When you move past the puddle. (0) comments
We are setting off, each riding a prize winner, but neither of us will make it to the finish. We will lurch after, with foaming mouths and whipping hands, this thing we call recovery. The rules are simple. We will dress nicer, and date better (0) comments
expelled like hot piss from the body one cannot simply know the word but return it, like a bad check not disbelieving an extra wrinkle on the heart, but that it beats hot-hard, in the chest negotiating itself in the dark. (0) comments
Did you know that you can catch shooting stars on your tongue? My sister did it last night in the dark of an incoming storm. Did you know you can brush your teeth with an axe? My brother did it one early morning as the sun started to rise. Did you know that you can breathe milk? My cousin did it in the pool as the sun was starting to set. (0) comments
i have become overly aware of my own mortality and instead of freeing me i am drowning as i feel the weight of tears fill my stomach, my lungs, anchoring down my heart to this place, fearful to leave, knowing it will not come again. i often spout a mantra, ever wishing that the sheer repetition will keep a mere hope alive, that without God we are free to face our common destinies and equally freed by this to animate every finite point of this world as we like. (0) comments