Naked and Fallen
Jenna Citrus

Through Process
Emily Plummer

The Annex
Casey Burke

Tearing at Sores
Regis Louis

The Birth of Our Names
Tesneem Madani

Untitled No. 4
Sarah Kronz

Our Condition
Troy Neptune

On the Fundamentals of Art and the Soul
Ayla Maisey

In the Foreground
Aree Rachel Coltharp

Of a Woman
Jackie Vega

Winafret Casto

The Seventeen Seconds of Odette
Rachel Lietzow

Hidden in Sight
Jenna Citrus

Casandra Robledo

The Passage
Liam Trumble

Resentment as a Kind of Relief
Eric Kubacki

Beauty Standards
Sarah Kronz

Over the Kanawha
Claire Shanholtzer

Anne Livingston

Sponsorships & Acknowledgements

For Empty Spaces
Regis Louis

Liam Trumble

Culled from the Flock
Deborah Rocheleau

Searching for Divinity
Madeleine Richey

From Pillars to Dust
Madeleine Richey

As Best I Could Do
Hoda Fakhari

In Your Absence
Emma Croushore

Sarah Kronz

The Shadow of Paris
Anika Maiberger

The Liffey
Kara Wellman

Memories of Home
Audrey Lee

Jackie Vega

The Beauty in Fracturing
Taylor Woosley

Butcher Paper
Casandra Robledo

Human Scavenger
Devin Prasatek

Babel Was a Second Eden
Luke McCusker

The Painting in Gallery 26
Sydney Crago

Sofia Io Celli

Ayla Maisey


For Empty Spaces

I’m lying near the attic window
an old house transplanted from its original home
we’ve all been transplanted from our original homes
I’ve been transplanted to this original home
the date is September the 23rd the year unimportant
for Earth remains the same place in relation to the Sun
            every September the 23rd

I didn’t know I loved death
until I considered the autumn trees
leaves hanged at the ends of branches
            gasping for breath
faces flushed with panicked color
growing crimson gold and brown
they pray for a quick release
            from the biting grasp of branches
and find quiet comfort in their ancestral grounds

I didn’t know I loved the serenade of silence
for even in solitude this world continues to sing
even in the vacuum of space
            absent of any sound or noise
the emptiness echoes with screams from the stars
their laments chance upon our blue-green
            original home
where maybe we mention we feel warm

before long it will be March the 23rd and death
will be reversed
the Earth will stare at the other side of the Sun
            the trees and leaves reborn
if Fall be only temporary
to be undone by the hand of Spring
for what reason do we mourn?
new buds bloom
            in empty spaces between branches
a child is given the name of his grandfather
Life prevails


About The Author

Regis Louis is currently studying English at Kent State University. When he is not laboring over his poems, you can find him working at the Wick Poetry Center. He believes that it is his duty as a poet to use his writing as not only creative relief for himself but also as an opportunity to share his understanding of human life with others. He thanks you for reading his words.