January 2016

On the way to the bodega

By Claudia

Your attempts have been made in the microwave. Undone at the center burnt crisp at the edges to uneatable rocks. But if you do this correctly you will remember your teachers face. Your teacher will tell you, “you never bake a cake

In the microwave.” But my mother dried clothes in the RADARANGE and almost blew up the house with the smoke. Now we look back and laugh. No more brownies in the supermarket to be made in 5 minutes. Shaved dark chocolate dusted with chile molido from the state of Oaxaca, Mexico, wholly acceptable; processed cocoa and corn syrup?  wholly not.

Just be authentic. I don’t like meeting cold people at their centers who look like rocks. I don’t really care for lava cake but you can get that at any TGI Friday’s. Details details not flagrant buttons that scream your ideologies. I haven’t seen any kids in the neighborhood recently who looked like they used Kool-Aid to dye their hair to limpid blue. I miss that. Here I got these starbursts you want one? They’re fresh so they’re not hard enough to bounce off the sidewalk. I may never meet you again I’m not sorry about it at all. Remember me because I won’t give you cancer and I don’t need a wet paper towel over my mouth to walk through this city.

I like how the last thing before we eat can be peeled off in a strip and seen clear through into parts of the sky

Claudia is from Back Mountain, Pa.



By Cheyenne Pilarz

we are told that

if we hold a conch shell

up to our ear

we will hear the ocean

but they were wrong

because I hear it whenever I’m with you

when we were teenagers

we are told that

scars wont make you feel,

they were right,

because I feel whenever I’m with you

when we are adults,

we are told that

all things that come together soon fall apart,

but they were wrong,

you put me back together.

when we are old,

we are told that

we will die sometime soon,

I hope they are right

because for you to kill me,

would be an awfully amazing pleasure


Cheyenne is a freelance model, poet, and humanitarian from Scranton, Pa.

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