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 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Jedd Ong
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 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Jedd Ong
Still,
I rise.

By the power of God,
I sheath
The knife
That was once pressed
To my neck.

That falls to the floor
With a resounding
click.

Rusting. Tetanus shots. God.

Somehow I saw
Jesus' face in the blade's
Own,
Ruddy red hair and
Scraggly beard.

And.

Voice cleaving through
The darkness—
a whisper.

For the first time in
A while,

He spoke to me.
Still,

I rise.
No matter what, praise Him. I owe him a lot.
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
b for short
Right now, I want to
headbutt you in the wiener,
smile, and walk away.
© Bitsy Sanders, June 2014
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
b for short
Three jobs, seven cats,
crooked glasses, and wet hair.
*(I know you want me.)
© Bitsy Sanders, June 2014
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Sari Sups
Growing
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Sari Sups
I will never be able
To fully describe the way
The morning sun
Rises like your stuttered phrases
Yet my hands find their way
To yours,
Like flowers bending
To face the light.
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
LJ Chaplin
This house, it breathes,
Beneath brick and plaster board,
Within the confines of creaking
Floorboards and closed doors,
It exhales the dreams of sleeping
Souls,
It inhales the stars and the clouds,
The distant echoes of car alarms
And the unmistakeable bark
Of a dog that is carried by the wind,
I lay in bed,
Nestled in the sheets,
Head on the pillow,
I feel the earth move beneath me,
I feel the expanse of a brickwork
Ribcage,
I am calm, I am content.
I spoke to a man today
with kind eyes and contagious laughter
his passport identified him as Israeli, mine american
but for a moment, we were both just human

He told me he was a combat medic for the IDF
as we began our descent into a discussion of politics
he spoke of giving medical care to victims
of a suicide bombing, just weeks earlier

Life is fragile in places like his hometown of Tel Aviv
He showed me an app on his iPhone that
notifies him of places that were just bombed
or when to take shelter, in case of an incoming missile strike

How people must savor life in war zones like his
friends and family become temporary oases
bringing happiness and fulfillment for a moment
then gone the next

For once
there were no borders between us, or
cultural divides, just two men
discussing life, or something like it
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Classy J
so dangerous, so destructive, so isolative, such a waste of time and energy. Insecurity... the thing that destroys relationships, self confidence, and innocence. Oh, it's not just puberty, it effects all ages. Why do I let you effect me, why do I have to care what other people think of me, why do I strive for people's approval, why can't I be ok with myself, why do I care about things I've never cared about before. Why I am jealous of some person's cooler stuff, why can't I be appreciative about what I already have? Why am I so intimidated of higher powers. Why do I care if somebody's better than me at something. Insecurity, it all comes down to Insecurity.
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Babu kandula
Five
Letters
Are
Not
Enough
Sometimes
Sorry
It's
Just
A
Word
Sometimes
Sorry is not enough
Sometimes
We had to
Set everything
Right
Else
Leads
To
Something weird
Hard to imagine
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Mr X
Silence...
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Mr X
Your feelings are a bundle of sweet unspoken words.
And that silence,
Is better than a thousand words.
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