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...

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...

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...

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