Arrow Rock Literary Journal
Lindenwood University
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- The Ramblings of an Old Man — by Ian Rashleigh
- Jean Fields Award Winner: A Willow Tree of Memories — by Lucy Quagliata
- Una Lucha Eterna — by Joshua Hammond and Andrew Rashleigh
- There is no green here — by Parker Coyne (“Color” contest runner-up)
- I really wanna stay at your house — Joshua Hammond (“Color” contest runner-up)
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This hurt is ambivalent This hurt is true If love is war I call a truce Distant with self Sometimes I just feel so unattractive Even in peace Feelings fight I am so in love with myself that I am horrified Full of so much hate I cannot breathe So stupid I am terrified So…
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A man poisoned by the air which fills his lungs he shrugs and smiles, yet it is not felt amongst the frigid air. He seeks guidance and comfort without fault of his own his seeking is not seen. For a man who walks alone feels his heart made of stone He smiles at eyes walking…
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He was the one Who’s hand I always held The one who picked me up Every time I fell The one who taught me How to ride a bike And also taught me Wrong from right As I got older Everything started going wrong I kept waiting for apologies But the time just prolonged Always…
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Two young children running in a field, One big, one small, The girl squealed, As she tumbled through a fall. The boy caught her as he always had, Her laugh was big and bright, He swore he could go mad For her smile was like daylight. As the two got older he knew That they…
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As the rain drops fall heavy with leaves,A slick ground and the musk of decay,That last autumnal butterfly;Those markers of change made;In brief moment, the covered bricksDisappear beneath the vibrant cacheOf golds, oranges and rouges. Jackson Martin
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Fair cool winds,Oh breath of winter airs!Blood rushing to the tips of fingers,To cheeks nestled beneath collars;The movement of life hidden beneath collars:Hidden inside and curled by the fire;The blowing breath of Demeter’s forlornLeft as a mysterious and disquieting suggestion:The curtains are relaxed. Jackson Martin
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A child simply thought of everything they have yet to accomplish, grew older and realized to make a self investment To gain advantage. craved as a child was total acceptance, But was always met with an alternative expression. Now all that I am left with is depression. Nothing new, depression. Sorrow stops me on the…
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Friendship in a Time of Pandemic I saw a meme online that said, “Maybe this whole virus is because someone with a monkey’s paw made a wish that they’d have lotsof time to play Animal Crossing.” I don’t know if that’s true, but I do know playing this game has made quarantine a whole lot…
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Who I kill I’ll never tell. I am an assassin. I am Villanelle. I love the color pink, I wish I could yell. All others are irrelevant. Who I kill I’ll never tell. I love the wrong girl. I was captured by her spell. She will be my demise. I am Villanelle. Her name is…
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