The Writers' Block Digital Journal Publication

A poem by Mariah Papaya Oh glorious Oh majesty Oh... my lord She is breathtaking Amazing Like an angel Her blonde, wavy hair Flows with the wind As she props herself up On the boat Her smile lightens up the mood Her laugh calms me Her eyes romanticize me Everything else is too great to describe What am I to her When I can only stare For a brief moment Before looking away

A poem by Kharma Gentner We're not so different, you and I. The clothes I wear, Others’ opinions Plastered on my body. They like them, so I wear them. No matter if I like them, I need to Be unique. To stand out from my clones. Who am I without my appearance? The poses I strike Exhaust me physically and emotionally. I hold the same position, The same composure, Day after day, To satisfy those passersby. Interactions that last seconds for them Mean everything to me. The looks I

A short story by Kharma Gentner There once was a lumber worker named Willy. Willy was silly, but still he took his birch biz seriously. Silly Willy chopped logs day after day, taking order after order from Chicago locals. One day, Silly Willy was approached by a bully, Big Billy, who builds buildings for the Chicago Bulls. Big Bully Billy beckoned that the Bulls want to buy birch to build their buildings, but they better be billed better than what Silly Willy was willing to

A poem by Cadence Bommarito Some days I lie awake in my room Wondering if it’ll ever find me And if it’ll ever be mine But under bellowed out hollow trees I stumble A crash to my knees and I wiggle to sit upright I open a book but don’t read it I just want to be mysterious Until it finds me Like a magic show or a television series But life is never like those things In real life an apple falls and knocks me out cold And I, my conscience, ponders If life is worth living Withou

A poem by Mariah Papaya So Much in Life I Want to Begin So Little Time I have Before the Fire Will Dim The Responsibilities The Poem The Unfinished Book, too I Need to Get Back To Work So Much I Need to Do And Every Day the Sunsets And Its Time For Bed While all the Missed Opportunities Flutter Through my Head

A poem by Cadence Bommarito She gave into a little sin Instead of putting It in the bin Girl, carried it within Pockets full of simple sin The one she gave in No more! They said. A sound that dropped Like a pin Ultimately devil wins When she gave in To a little sin And was on her phone in class

Short Story by Julian Cook The girl chews slowly, savoring the taste of marrow as warm blood drips from her chin, speckling the pastel streamer of her glittery bike handles. With no trace left, she wipes her mouth clean. Her limbs unfolded in a way that wasn’t quite right, joints bending too smoothly—too inhuman—as she rose to her feet. Her mouth creeps closed as she begins to hum a soft eerie tune. The town is unnervingly quiet, only the distant hum of a streetlamp and the

Song by Steven Insco Link to audio recording: https://drive.google.com/file/d/11Nta0MIgkNw3cs0oWbYxhJG1wocbZh1w/view?usp=sharing Lyrics: The way I feel as you Rest your hands in mine, It’s so immaculate and Perfectly divine. I see your smiling face After a hard day. And then so quickly My pain just fades away I want to give myself to you. Nothing in this world I would rather do. Burning hearts, a fiery inferno Because I need your love eternal. I hear our song come on As I dri