Assembled by Danielle Romig
From works by Vicki Acquah, Mark Antony Rossi, Ryan P. Kinney, Dr. Benjamin D. Anthony, Gabriella Ercolani, Sheena Zilla, JM Romig

Splash, Splash I was taking a bath during global warming;
How many times has rain ruined my day
There enough pain to make the whole world shed tears.
I’m still plodding on
One foot in front of the other
Cracks are wide open; slipping through them is easy
Hear the sound of fighting to the south and the west
We all stuck here waiting to be casualties

As you wipe the days work from your forehead.
In the empty spaces
everything fades to black.
If time is fluid, like the oceans
Then maybe I’m glancing over as a wave breaks
I know that you may not see it now, but time really will heal these wounds.

Created at the Jigsaw Workshop at Cleveland Concoction 3/2/2019

Assembled by Casey Kizior
From works by Ryan P. Kinney

your limits and strengths. I never follow anyway
breaking through the masks. I come to demolish;
grown from them, learn, and evolve. One day at a time
Eventually, I grew beyond the need for crutches.

Created at the Jigsaw Workshop at Cleveland Concoction 3/2/2019

Assembled by JM Romig
From works by Lennart Lundh, Ryan P. Kinney, unknown

This poem is about what happened down the river
The poison danced
and cascaded into the water
the waves washed over us
The zen broken radio squeals
Sonic pleasure in the dark


Created at the Jigsaw Workshop at Cleveland Concoction 3/2/2019

Assembled by Kevin F. Smith

The Rich tyrant’s government
All American madman
backwards justice.
War against the truth
people don’t think about information
immigrant
physically OR mentally disabled
different
human


Created at the Jigsaw Workshop at Cleveland Concoction 3/2/2019

Dancing Without Invitation
Assembled by Rick O’Donnell, Eli Williams, Josh Romig, Danielle Romig, Kevin F. Smith, Casey Kizior
From works by Lennart Lundh, Gabriella Ercolani, Mark Fleming, Ryan P. Kinney

It’s lurking, not surprisingly, out of sight,
and even a quick turn of the head won’t suffice
to bring it from the darkness into focus

This is how we lived:
Dancing without invitation
at a local food store grand opening.
It’s what we felt like.

I woke in the shower singing morning
You were disarrayed Again
from our evening love making
when I went to join you

Grant in me the chance
to brighten an otherwise monochromatic galaxy
by recreating your beauty in another

I write to the woman
whose curiosity is
a blooming flower
sugar
magnolia wrapped in
Ivory ribs,
that dances sporadic
with her splendid panting laughter

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I think,
There I am Ryan.
I am better than anyone I have ever known.
As the clouds begin to part in my mighty presence,
I can see the only one I have ever truly known
Is myself…

Created at the Jigsaw Workshop at Cleveland Concoction 3/2/2019

Assembled by Eli Williams
From works by Ryan P. Kinney, JM Romig

I am getting over you
I can feel bitterness and anger coming
The opposite of love is not hate

As I say this,
Feel this,
I destroy,
I create
I am an artist

There was nothing
you could do
There was no way you could
stop it

In my head, I wander back
through years of dusty memories
I’m supposed to go about my day.

But, I’m still beating my feet
Against the concrete floor

I’m still plodding on
One foot in front of the other
One step at a time
Each moment takes an eternity to feel

*SMASH
Body cold.
What am I always so ******* cold

Created at the Jigsaw Workshop at Cleveland Concoction 3/2/2019

Every **** time, it makes me cry
“A kanon is a concerto where each verse adds a new element.
Each instrument joining in one at a time;
merging with the main melody.
Making it richer and deeper the more it goes on.
Wouldn’t it be nice if life was like that”

To my never queen, my g-friend
It’s a reminder of a first dance wedding song never played
To me, it was the first thing to make me cry
Feel again
After I was abandoned again
Linked to a preposterous story

It’s a happy song
This is a happy poem
And I guess, that Kanon
Gives us both a reason to cry