OPEN SPACE LITERARY ZINE

every time there is a chance to talk every time the opportunity arises all I do is show no interest but calmly listen when the topic is...

(Name) (Address) Year 20** Dear God, HOLDING ONTO YOU Introducing myself isn't necessary because you knew me before I was even in my...

Words dry up on these lips more often The things that kept these eyes open no longer do This heart has quit being attentive The child...

you are the silence you are the crossword that shoes in the room completed too soon you are the voice you are the...

in between walls that keep strangling my portrait, i'm a boy on a sleeveless errand, a futile journey, or an extended metaphor for serial...

his voice resonates across the pages raging with a passion forget i knew his whispers echo across the metaphors killing time with a...

What I see is a girl afraid of going down memory lane afraid of any reminder of what happened Afraid of speaking out to avoid being...

I sit beneath the weeping tree, alone With Grief, my hated friend, who makes me cry For life no more, commanding that I rage and moan At...

I buried him here beneath this ocean sand is where I dug a hole and buried him When I met him in December, he had promised me the world,...

Confusion wrapped with dark melancholies. Wishful thoughts and damning realities. Don't think about it. It numbs the feeling, they say....