Arrow Rock Literary Journal
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Category: Poetry – 18th Edition
Poetry from the 18th edition of Arrow Rock
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My friend, my friend, I wish you wellTaking upon yourself this journeyYet I offer you guidance to steer you from hellFalling ill to the devil’s attorney For what you face is not a fiendBut a ruthless, cunning tricksterThe truth itself you seek must be gleanedLest you be caught in the mixer He’ll smile like a…
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You are the light. It’s not on you, it’s in you.—St. Chroma by Tyler, the Creator Alma y Calor Una lucha eterna Trataré ganar Mi Alma—desgarrado Todavia, lucharé Soul and Heat An eternal battle I will try to win My Soul—torn Still, I will fight Joshua Hammond has been reading and writing since he was…
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and if she is above a size 10 they call her a “plus size” model not just a model as if her weight needs to be specified beside her title like it is a degree woman, curvy some time periods, and societies, see a woman with curves as the beauty standards other parts of the…
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and as always, I answer Her calls. “Away! Away!” She says in Her sonorous sing-song voice. “Away! Away!” So I go—in the early morning as the dew drops dazzle in daybreak’s shine. And as I follow the song down a long path through much green, I see a grand Belle of Georgia tree. Peaches adorn…
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We push away what we can never understand. We push away the unimaginable… —It’s Quite Uptown from Hamilton: The Musical That chair? The leather one with all those wrinkles and folds and tears? The one torn apart by time and use? He used to sit in it, his oxygen machine standing sentinel over the retired…
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the gleam of her silver digicam held in caroline’s right hand smile splits in orange light white flash electric fills the night green feathers with their bluish eyes swaying, solemn in the breeze first heard them weary in the morning sunray freckled, yellowed trees crimson bursts of light stars twisted, tearing fair the furrow of…
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Beating hearts and opera choirs quake and snapthe pulled-taut strings of my ruddy heart;I—unsure of self—gaze upon the draining colors of the canvas,saccharine and muted, like a pressed gut-core sung to my soul; I have loved all I love; butwill I live to see it all again? Nico Behrens is a poet and writer currently…
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Content Warning: some depictions of animal harm Water hit the shore harshly A crab was stuck and got swept back into the sea It clawed and fought but it was too weak The sea is not forgiving, but please forgive me I watched the crab suffer I could have grabbed its rigid shell I could…
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