Glass is between two
Half and half is how life goes
From the outside in
Words
Pelagic: “First Steps, the City” a poem
First steps, the city
But then you see it
No more skyscrapers
Only the blank border
Before you hear the crashing
The blue arms
Pulling and grabbing
People, small and simple
Bobbing
Bobbing
Turn around
Listen again
Do you still hear the cars?
Do you still see the metal giants?
Who loom above your head?
The battle
The fight
Ocean arms
Giants of iron and steel
Then the Sun has set
Sending sparkles over the ocean
The beast’s spine
For now, the steel has won
The steel
Of the city
by Liza Garrity
Audile: “In Rushing Black Tunnels”
In rushing black tunnels where the metal worms glide through the sticky warm night. The thousands of hundreds on the platform, each going their separate ways. No one will pick up their heavy heads to see the world. We never see the world like the grey people all with their same grey shoes and grey looks on their faces. We see the world in music. The trees sing to us in a sweet serenade of power and resistance. The cats on the windowsills chant beauty and strength. But the people never see this hidden world underneath their apartments and racecars. They hear the noise but not the song.
-by Izzy
Georgic: “Rise of the Flowers”
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Welkin: “Above Us”
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Sunlight streaming in
Slicing through the thick darkness
Welkin up above
Kermis: West Indian Day Parade
Culminant: Brooklyn window
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Holus Bolus: “All At Once”
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We walk together All at once
Gazing towards the unsuspecting future
Turning In and out, we watch the cognizable politicians
Persuading us with their visions
Talking about preventing collisions
Showing us to the best physicians
They’re doing this for us, not me and not you
Us is another word for we
Not me, we
1 syllable, 2 letters
It’s not a fantasy, it’s a reality
An opportunity
All at once
We live and die feel and cry
All at once
“Pelagic Sadness” by Hana
The sea is like a never-ending love,
that seems to go on forever.
But the sea does eventually stop,
Just like the life a person that has no more use for a person.
I fall into a sad and dark sleep where no one may enter,
And the things you are convinced are wrong,
Suddenly appear to be the only right in this world,
a world that is filled with anger and jealousy.
As I step into the whirlpool of an unending sadness,
A pelagic sadness that grows at it yearns for a life.
The sea and I have two things in common,
We are full of surprises, even if it may not seem like it and,
We both are pelagic in one way or another.
The story behind both of us still hasn’t ended,
and the story will never end.