The Bitchin' Kitsch September 2013 Issue

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The Bitchin' Kitsch is a zine for artists, poets, prose writers, or anyone else who has something to say. It exists for the purpose of open creativity.

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artist opportunities calendar.

Awards/CompetitionsDeadline: September 1ARDOR’s Fall Flash Fiction Contest. $200 award. www.ardorlitmag.com/flash-fiction-contest.html

Deadline: September 1Asymptote Translation Contest. $1,000 award. www.asymptotejournal.com/

Deadline: September 1William Hazlitt Essay Prize. £15,000 award. www.nottinghilleditions.com/essay-prize

Deadline: September 7ING Discerning Eye 2013. £5,000 award. www.parkerharris.co.uk

Deadline: September 7Wells Art Contemporary Open 2013. £1,000 award. www.wellsartcontemporary.co.uk

Deadline: September 12The New English Art Club Open Exhibition 2013. £5,000 award. www.newenglishartclub.co.uk/exhibitions.asp

Deadline: September 15Rosebud Fiction Award. $1,000 award. www.rsbd.net

Deadline: September 15SLAMbassadors UK. www.poetrysociety.org.uk/content/competitions/rise/

Deadline: September 302013 Red Hen Press Poetry Award. $1,000 award. redhen.org/awards-2/rpa/

No date listedElinor Benedict Poetry Prize. Award $1,000 and publication in Passages North. passagesnorth.com/submissions/

No date listedThomas J. Hrushka Memorial Nonfiction Prize. Award $1,000 and publication in Passages North. passagesnorth.com/submissions/

EventsSeptember 2Shu Lea Cheang: Art, Queer Technologies and Social Interference (Artist Talk). London, England. www.spacestudios.org.uk

September 7the ball ZINE BLITZ. Gorman House Art Centre. Braddon, Australia. www.facebook.com/events/1408030849410081/

September 28Seek & Zine: Bicycle Scavenger Hunt. Abq, New Mexico. http://abqzinefest.com/

October 5Richmond Zine Fest. Richmond, Virginia. http://richmondzinefest.org

October 5-6Abq Zine Fest. Abq, New Mexico. http://abqzinefest.com/

October 26Mid-Michigan Zine Fair. Greater Lansing, Michigan. http://midmichiganzinefair.tumblr.com/info

ResidenciesDeadline: September 1A.I.R. Vallauris. (All). Vallauris, France. www.air-vallauris.org

Deadline: September 1FLACC Open Call. (All). Genk, Belgium. www.flacc.info/en/opencall

Deadline: September 1Guapamacataro Art and Ecology Center Interdisciplinary Residency. (All). Maravatio, Mexico. http://guapamacataro.org/programs/residency/

Deadline: September 1Keyholder Residency Program. (Printmaking). New York, NY. http://printshop.org/web/Create/KeyholderResidences/

Deadline: September 1Kimmel Harding Nelson Center for the Arts Residency. (All). Nebraska City, Nebraska. www.khncenterforthearts.org

Deadline: September 1Pilotenkueche A.I.R. (All). Ieipzig, Germany. http://pilotenkueche.de/home/

Deadline: September 1Printmaking Special Artist Residency. (Printmaking). Puebla or Oaxaca, Mexico. www.arquetopia.org

Deadline: September 2Glass Artists: Stephen Proctor Residency 2014. (Glass). Canberra, Australia. http://soa.anu.edu.au/glass/stephen-procter-fellowship

Deadline: September 2Sublet Series: Co-op. (Performance Art). New York, NY. http://here.org/programs/subletseries/

Deadline: September 2The Bronx Museum of the Arts. (All). Bronx, New York. www.bronxmuseum.org/aim/

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artist opportunities calendar (con’t).Deadline: September 3Caetani Cultural Centre C3 Self-Directed Artist Residencies. (Art and Writing). Vernon, British Columbia, Canada. http://caetaniculturalcentre.org/air/2013-air-programs/self-directed-air/

Deadline: September 3Pyramid Atlantic Denbo Residency. (Printmaking, Paper Arts, Book Arts). Silver Spring, Maryland. www.pyramidatlanticartcenter.org/art_programs/denbo.html

Deadline: September 8Flat Time House Phynance Residency. (All). London, UK. www.flattimeho.org.uk/project/94/

Deadline: September 9Japan Image Council Animatiion Artist in Residence Tokyo 2014. (Animations). Tokyo, Japan. http://japic.jp/eng/2013/05/information-for-prospective-applicants-4/

Deadline: September 10Kran Film Resident. (Film, Video Art). Brussels, Belgium. http://kranfilm.net/residency/

Deadline: September 13Arteles - Silence. Awareness. Existence. (Visual Arts, Media Art, Sound, Design, Architecture). Haukijarvi, Finland. www.arteles.org/sae_residency.html

Deadline: September 13White Building/Eyebeam Residency Program 2014. (All). London and New York. http://eyebeam.org/get-involved-residencies/calls/open-call-white-buildingeyebeam-residency-program-2014

Deadline: September 15Fiskars Village Artist in Residence Call for Artists 2014. (Art). Fiskars, Finland. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1pABeYTdVheCsqdFmnODkib0VHdqJlgjBKbVkwMAswDU/viewform

Deadline: September 15Largo Das Artes Carnival Residency Program. (All). Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

Deadline: September 16Sacatar Fellowships 2014. (Dance and Choreography). Itaparica, Brazil. www.sacatar.org/

Deadline: September 23Sam and Adele Golden Foundation for the Arts. (All). New Berlin, NY. www.goldenfoundation.org

Deadline: September 27Arteles Creative Residency Program. (Visual, Music and Sound, Performing Arts, Literature, Philosophy). Kameenkyro, Finland. www.arteles.org/apply_to_residency.html

Deadline: September 30Art & History Museum Maitland A & H Museums. (All). Maitland, Florida.

Deadline: September 30Bemis Center for Contemporary Arts. (All). Omaha, Nebraska. www.bemiscenter.org/residency/residency_info.html

Deadline: September 30Shame: Open Call for Artist in Residence Program. (All). Ljubljana, Zagreb. www.crvena.ba/open-call-residence-programme_shame/

SubmissionsSeptember 1Red Savina Review. (Writing). www.redsavinareview.org/submit-2/

September 15The Harbinger. (Writing). http://theharbingermagazine.com/submit/

September 30Kill Your Darlings. (Writing). www.killyourdarlingsjournal.com/submissions/

Anytime491 Magazine. (Art, poetry). www.491magazine.com/submission-guidelines/

AnytimeAnobium. (Writing). anobiumlit.com/submit/

AnytimeThe Bad Version. (Writing). thebadversion.com/submit-to-the-bad-version

AnytimeBarrelhouse: The Comedy Issue. (Writing). www.barrelhousemag.com/submissions/the-comedy-issue/

AnytimeBelle Reve Literary Journal. (Writing). www.bellerevejournal.com

AnytimeBoston Poetry Magazine. (Poetry). http://bostonpoetry.wordpress.com

AnytimeDeath Throes. (Writing). www.deaththroes.net/Submissions.html

AnytimeDiabolique Magazine. (Writing). diaboliquemagazine.com/contact/submissions/

AnytimeÉlan Magazine. (Art, Writing). elanlitmag.com/?page_id=6

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AnytimeEmpty Mirror Books. (Writing). www.emptymirrorbooks.com

AnytimeFiction Magazines. (Fiction). www.fictionmagazines.com/submissions/

AnytimeFilling Station. (Art, Writing). www.fillingstation.ca/submit

AnytimeFjords Review. (Art, writing). www.fjordsreview.com/

AnytimeFRiGG. (Writing). www.friggmagazine.com/editors/editors39.htm

AnytimeJiggered. (Art, writing). www.jiggered.co.za/submit

Anytimelitbomb. (Writing). www.litbomb.co.uk/#/submissions/4572988060

AnytimeLiterati Magazine. (Art, writing). literatimag.com/?page_id=11

AnytimeMoonshot. (Art, writing). moonshotmagazine.org/submissions/

AnytimeNostrovia! www.nostroviatowriting.com/publishing-opportunities.html

AnytimeOVS. (Art, writing). ovsmag.com

AnytimePassages North. (Writing). passagesnorth.com/submissions/

AnytimePithead Chapel. (Writing). pitheadchapel.com/submission-guidelines/

AnytimePOC Zine Project. (Zines). http://poczineproject.tumblr.com/submit

AnytimePoydras Review. (Art, writing).poydrasreview.submittable.com/submit

AnytimeRecess Magazine. (Writing). http://recessmagazine.com/submissions/

AnytimeRetort. (Art, music, writing, video). retortmagazine.com/live/submission-guidelines/

AnytimeRoadside Fiction. (Writing).roadsidefiction.com.

AnytimeRum Punch Press. (Writing). www.rumpunchpress.com

AnytimeSalford Zine Library (Zines). http://salfordzinelibrary.blogspot.com

AnytimeSilent Things. (Art, Writing). silentthings.com/about/

AnytimeSlings and Arrows. (Writing)[email protected].

Anytimesmoking glue gun. (Art, writing).smokinggluegun.com/contact/.

AnytimeSpaces Lit. (Art, video, writing). http://spaceslitmag.com/submit/

AnytimeThe Speculative Edge (Sci fi, horror, fantasy). sites.google.com/site/thespeculativeedge/submissions

AnytimeSpilt Magazine. (Writing, video)[email protected].

AnytimeStreetlight. (Art, writing). http://streetlightmag.com/submissions/

AnytimeSword and Saga Press. (Writing). www.swordandsagapress.com/Submissions.php

AnytimeTincture Journal. (Writing). http://tincture-journal.com/submissions/

AnytimeThe View From Here. (Fiction). www.viewfromheremagazine-submissions.com/

AnytimeThe Voices Project (Writing). w ww.thevoicesproject.org/submit.html

AnytimeWord Riot. (Writing). www.wordriot.org/submissions

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Dana and ChrisBrooke NewmanPhotograph

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the bitchin’ kitsch content september 2013Unclear (Nuclear) - Julie Sittler

Artist Opportunities

Dana and Chris - Brooke Newman

Colors and Dark Shadows - Danielle Dragona

Gaylord and Curt, Missouri - Mike Cluff

Mirror - Sy Roth

Untitled Sailboat #4 -Jameson Stewart

Sweet Meets Sweet and Sour - Robert Allen Beckvall

The Queen’s Jubilee - kaleeM rajA

Wrath - Mandal Bijoy Beg

Untitled - Laine Jewell

Spider and Fly: Collaborations and Works from Louis and Roo - Roo Bardookie and Louis Marvin

Warning: Soppy Love Scribble! - Afzal Moolla

Ellie - Brooke Newman

Corn - Jan Haskell

Scarecrow Bits - Andrew Peterson of OVER NIGHT EMPIRE

Our Cells - Anthony Ward

Big Brother/Big Sister - Kenneth Abraham

Darkness - Douglas Polk

I’ll Carry On - Joshua Marshall

The great taproot - Dawnell Harrison

Monster 7/13/13 - Chris Talbot-Heindl

Donors and Index

Absurd Worm - Kandra Shefchik

Andrew Peterson from OVER NIGHT EMPIRE - pg. 13

on the front cover:Unclear (Nuclear)Julie SittlerSilk-screened bomb shelter plans on kiln cast glass sitting on a hand-stitched subdivision table cloth with fighter planes and battleship trim

on the inside back cover:Absurd WormKandra ShefchikOil painting

the bitchin’ kitsch video and music issue:Check out this month’s “issue” link of video and music at www.talbot-heindl.com/bitchin_kitsch.html or www.youtube.comTheBitchinKitsch

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danielle dragona, mike cluff.

day, I gathered those brilliantly colored sticks in a tight bundle forever stowing them away in their aluminum container on a shelf that was dusty and difficult for my undersized arm to reach. In that container, I left a part of myself, the child that I no longer was, and would never be again.

Gaylord and Curt, MissouriBy: Mike Cluff

The twins of the fourreally the runts of them allwhere St. Elmo’s Fire revolved aroundthe Baptist and Unitarian churches’spires, weather vanes,and sorghum fields alwayscatfish then would pray in silenceto a rain godunder suspicion.

Two other states stare backwith jealousy and the needfor more notorietyin their mewling eyes.

When the cabbages finally talkedto Milo in a langaugehe halfway recalledfrom his days on the Neva River,a tympani beat down from the rotundaof a vaudeville theaterpraising a charlatan in pusewho rode thunder across hayfieldsof unshorned gun magazines.

Flugelhorns dwell in the branchesof a short-tempered libraryKayla needs some bluberriesto offset the beasts ofa maraginal war of boardomrattan sleeps all the timeand Hector was once a centaurof maybe the classical sort.

Colors and Dark ShadowsBy: Danielle Dragona

When I was a kid of three or four, I recall playing numerous children’s games with my father, a tall, well-built man with the shining eyes of a boy and the essence of a clown.

Countless hours would slip away like sand, vanishing like phantoms, laughter buzzing in our ears as the morning sped on like a sprinter. Ephemeral flashes of moments eternally lost to the sequence of time only to be relived through a maze of memories that lingers on.

The game of choice between my Father and I was Pick-Up Sticks. I can still envision my tiny hands, soft like cotton, groping emphatically for those rainbow colored sticks that were strewn across the feathery rug with a passion only a child can possess. My father’s large and experienced hands moved unhurried and more deliberate, exhibiting a disciplined maturity that comes with time. I was like lightening and he was like a hushed rain on a summer’s day, energizing and renewing.

How foolish was I to believe that this moment was reality, something I could hold onto tomorrow or even in the next second, something my heart would be able to find solace in? Instead, I found hours of darkness, lying in bed, listening to the hostile words that exploded like landmines, words that were stifled and muffled from just beyond my bedroom door. I was a child and trust was my tragic flaw. Forgive me for being so naïve with limited wisdom of the “adult world.”

When I evoke the days spent playing Pick-Up Sticks with my father, no longer do I imagine a trusting child, secure in the company of the first man she ever knew. I see a child forsaken by the first man she ever loved, left alone to fester the incessant ache of abandonment like a throbbing wound, harboring feelings of resentment and rage like a maelstrom, growing into a woman terrified to love. I was a ship adrift at sea, searching for a beacon of light to guide my battered ship back to shore, but I didn’t see the warm glow, I could only feel the icy touch of loneliness deep inside me. My purity was stolen from me like a thief in liquid night. I had my first taste of bitter pain on my sweet tongue that lost the ability to articulate the words it so desperately wanted to.

After my father was gone, I suddenly felt so alone. One

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sy roth, jameson stewart.

MirrorBy: Sy Roth

Mirror reflects counterfeit lovers.It begs veneration for torpid flesh.Newly windexed silver lake flickers where flames retreated, eyes drawn tight to blot out blemishes.

His left eye peeks over at his lover’s face,then slams it bivalve shut.Her lids wrinkle tight, churlish mouth speechless, a schoolyard girl spurned.

He folds his arms across his chest posed in death.Rhythms of neighbors pierce the room, banging walls in their angst,circumnavigating footfalls pound a carousel cadence, climaxes in relentless silence, Wuthering Heights moments.

Halcyon days broadcast in oracular pronouncements,mirror’s oblivion road, bumping across a cobblestoned Roman iter.Imageless, they reside, chimerical characters, heart-galumphing, morse-coding their nomadic nows.

No images echo back in mirror-canyon’s muteness,for mirrors have only voracious mouths.

Untitled Sailboat #4By: Jameson Stewart

My heart has been sweetened By my hunger and undyingThirst for youYour lips gave my voice wingsThe words of my lifeI could never expressRoll from your tongue Like a message in a bottleLost in a violent seaAnd like the sea you callMe onto you

Finally the day of harvest arrivesI climb the most tender branchesOf your treeI collect the fruits from your bodyThat I’ve waited so long forWhen my hands wander across Your mango skinI can remember each moonThat passed as I waitedYou are a cherry tree that blossoms UnconditionallyNo matter whose land you dwell upon

I drink from my miniature cup That collects the water of your little streamsThat flow through my bodyThe second hand on my clockSaws through timeEach moment that I’m not next to youPlease don’t mistake these words My darling Mary!I know that two trees In each other’s shadow Cannot growBut love is eternity gazing at itselfIn a mirrorOh darling Mary!You are both eternityAnd the mirror

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robert allen beckvall, kaleeM rajA.

Sweet Meets Sweet and SourBy: Robert Allen Beckvall

Like a company owner dreaming of future worlds in a Sludge-Bot factory office in San Diego, Johnny Sweet sweated and worked on cupcake creations in his humble store in Brooklyn. He dreamed of the day when if you said Sweet, you had visions of his beautiful creations in your head. For now, he had to rotate his creative ideas as the ingredients were cost prohibitive for a fledgling business.

Johnny got his start making creations on an Easy Bake oven. He would have the run of his mother’s kitchen, and that little light bulb oven would fill the house with great smells. He constantly amazed his relatives when they came over.

“Guess grandma, guess what I put in it.”

“Nutmeg?”

His idea of a good time then was to put in great tasting stuff that was hard to pinpoint. He used yogurt, apple sauce, crushed cookies, candies and spices that should not fit, but did.

Unknown to Johnny Sweet, a food critic had heard he had some genuine original creations and great tasting teas and coffees. The critic wrote on his blog site. This in turn was googled as NYC cupcakes by a Washington D.C. reporter who was following the President. There was an extra cupcake on the plane, and President Williams had a sweet tooth.

Johnny was arranging cupcakes and walking back and forth from behind the glass counter to the front to see what his arrangements looked like. He had his back to the door when it opened. He turned around and thought he saw someone familiar.

“Good morning, do I know you?”

“Have you been watching the news?”

“What the hell? You’re that scientist from the United Nations deal!”

“Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Chef Johnny Sweet.”

“I’m Dr. Wang.”

“Wow, what are you doing here?”

“Johnny Sweet, would you believe that the President herself said that one of your cupcakes was like biting into a frosted cloud?”

“She said frosted cloud?”

“I made that up. She said it was great and it might be worth stopping by.”

“This is awesome!”

Johnny stepped around the counter and while he was watching Dr. Wang pick her cupcakes, he was already thinking about how he could use this in his marketing, which basically had no budget.

“Johnny, I am a big believer in fate. And as fate would have it, a tasty comfort food like your cupcakes might fit the bill on these new frontiers I am heading up. I know I want a cupcake and some tea after having to kick ass and take names.”

“Dr. Wang, I would be honored.”

“Well, I have to taste them first. How about that “Wharton’s Syrup Surprise” and some hot green tea?”

“There is this company in Arizona called Dandy Wharton’s Syrup and they make syrups from a lot of desert inspired ingredients. I called him up and said I would name some cupcakes after them and even try importing some of the syrups.”

“Well, let’s have a cupcake and talk about it.”

It was just Johnny in the store that day as he could only afford to hire part time help. They sat and talked about the E-R-* projects and how you would import cupcakes to space and under pressure in the ocean. This began the relationship between Sweet Cupcakes and the E-R-*. She bought two for the plane ride to her Sludge-Bot factory in California.

The Queen’s JubileeBy: kaleeM rajA

I don’t care it’s the queen’s jubilee.What’s the queen ever done for me?

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mandal bijoy beg, laine jewell, roo bardookie and louis marvin.

WrathBy: Mandal Bijoy Beg

Blowout! blowout!

Why that fire?

Is it due to the OxygenIn the air?

Is social evilOxygen to you?

I will tame that fire.I will suckThe OxygenFrom the air;And the flamesMust loseTheir life-forceAnd die downSpontaneously.

UntitledBy: Laine Jewell

The butter’s so hardyou could drive a nail with itIt’s damn cold in here

Spider and Fly: Collaborations and Works from Louis and RooBy: Roo Bardookie and Louis Marvin

Death of books skeleton.

The forgotten feel of a book in handOf a whetted finger turning a page

Of going to the library like the great hunter for that game knowledgeLit like a sad nazi book burning or a religious fervor beatles record smash

and trash for popularity reference no lessThey are going away like our minds

This sad, noble creature who requires deep thought and timeYes, you can capture them in your phones and pads and laps tops pops

A book in hand like father’s playboy collection found

What great treasures transferred to cyberworldLike a mom and pop operations gone to a Walmart death and hell

To the pretend world we flyThe pretend mind die

The pretend money buyThe pretend bird flyThe pretend truth lie

Like a sun in a pretend sky

The books are dyingProfessors are crying

How will the mothers read to their children?The ghost mothers reading to the ghost children in the ghost world

Where no old books gather dust.

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afzal moolla, brooke newman.

Warning: Soppy Love Scribble!By: Afzal Moolla

Walk with me,in this crazy world,

where hearts are casually broken,and kind words rarely spoken.

Take my hand,on this highway of brittle glass,

where love is traded like blue-chip shares,and bank-balances are coveted like priceless wares.

Smile with me,as we walk hand in hand,

as the ocean tickles our toes on the cool beach sand.

Smile with me,and I shall smile too,

we may not have much,but you will have all of me,

and I will have all of you.

EllieBrooke NewmanOil on canvas

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CornBy: Jan Haskell

Another Sunday in Point. Yesterday was “Corn on the Curb.” Yes, only I could find a town that celebrates corn, and it is a big thing too. Up to a few years ago, the whole square, (which is where we celebrate all things) was a beer garden. Every one could get a “walking around” cup, and go wandering from one bar to the next or around listening to bands and eating corn.

It is considered an amateur night. For many, the sole purpose is to drink — drink hard, drink fast. Four to five hours of this, starting in the resting sun, and up til the waning hour of the day. For many, the most they have eaten has been the cheap corn dipped in butter sold on the curb. Those that are not seasoned are quickly identified. For me, I wait til it’s over. By then, the crowds are thinning out, and by 11 p.m. the amateurs have moved along, as evident by the speckled remains on the sidewalk. By midnight, there are only a few hanger-ons. Those who wish to brag about what they don’t remember.

There are only a few such days in the year considered “Amateur Nights.” Mostly these fall on international or national party days, 4th of July, St. Patties, etc. But then there are those Town celebrations, which are really just there for drinking, e.g. Corn.

Scarecrow BitsAndrew Peterson of OVER NIGHT EMPIREInk on paper

jan haskell, andrew peterson of OVER NIGHT EMPIRE.

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anthony ward, kenneth abraham, douglas polk.

Our CellsBy: Anthony Ward

Are we more and more boxed into our cells? Storing thoughts so we may be charged- Like batteries powering the economy?

Has commercialism become a modern fallacy? Sworn by tellers of fortune Who foretell what we buy?

Enticing us to procure things we don’t needIn the hope they’ll improve our look-Prevent us from being cursed at in the street?

Big Brother / Big Sister By: Kenneth Abraham

What’s your hobby? What’s your joy?I bet you’d love mentoring a little girl or boy,A child far less fortunate than you have been,You could open to him or to her a whole new scene,I bet you’d have fun doing it, perhaps with your husband or your wife,What a great positive influence you could be in a youngster’s life!Only a relatively little time commitment is required,And so many kids could become so greatly inspired,Seriously, go for it, give it a shot,You may make a lifelong friend in that little tot!

DarknessBy: Douglas Polk

awake in the night,in the deep waters of darkness,weighed down,drowning in responsibilities,both real and imagined,anxiety growing with each passing minute,gigantic and insurmountable in the dark of the night,alone and adrift,but for the dog treading water at my feet,sentenced to be my cellmate,through this dark and endless night.

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joshua marshall, dawnell harrison.

I’ll carry onBy: Joshua Marshall

I’ll carry on, through the fire. I’ll carry on, through the smoke.

I’ll carry on, through the hatred. I’ll carry on, through the pain.

I’ll carry on, through my heartbreak. I’ll carry on, through my agony.

I’ll carry on, even though I’m bleeding. I’ll carry on, even though I’m wounded.

The great taprootBy: Dawnell Harrison

I can see the bottom –It is like a great taproot.

I have been there before.I have suffered the brightness

Of the color red –It moves a great sea

Inside of me and is notWelcome in my house of sorrows.

Everything is white and as sterileAs a surgeon’s knife.

The sound of the rain comesIn a fantastical downpour

Of astounded souls.I wish only for silence and blackness-Especially the silence.

I’ll carry on, even though I’m broken. I’ll carry on, even though I’m empty.

I’ll carry on, and my love will be my strength. I’ll carry on, and my love will be my light.

Even though I may feel destroyed, even though I may feel shattered, I will not give up on my love, cause it’s that love that makes me who I am, and I will fight til my last breath for who I am.

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artistsAbraham, Ken 14

Andrew Peterson of OVER NIGHT EMPIRE 13

Bardookie, Roo 10

Beckvall, Robert Allen 9

Beg, Mandal Bijoy 10

Cluff, Mike 7

Dragona, Danielle 7

Harrison, Dawnell 15

Haskell, Jan 13

Jewell, Laine 10

Marshall, Joshua 15

Marvin, Louis 10

Moolla, Afzal 11

Newman, Brooke 5, 11

Polk, Douglas 14

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Roth, Sy 8

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