We were inspired to create this winter themed webzine by the artwork provided by the Pathways students. Thanks to everyone who submitted.
I Say The Winter Freezes All by Gavin Annis
If you don’t believe in snow, you have to believe
That nothing ever withers away.
Because that’s what snow signifies:
The rot of plants and decay of memory,
Months of the past lost to swirling monotony.
One can go into a form of stasis, losing
Track of goings-on, and when one wakes
The fabric of their life is unraveling, frostbitten.
When I woke, the doctors had me string
Jewelry of dull, rough beads. All white, like the
Walls, like the padded rooms, like the windows.
I ended up with a necklace, just big enough
For me to wear. The doctors immediately took it
And threw me back to my blank, cushioned room.
In this winter of five years, I have forgotten
The sun’s warmth, the leaves’ fall, the flowers of
The spring and summer. I’ve lost all the friends
That I had found, forgotten my purpose here.
The winter in this place has frozen me to my core.
Dying Before Death by John Caron
I know one day I won’t be as active
“I remember back in my day..” they tell me
Most times I drown them out,
But sometimes it depresses me
We all live until we die,
But some die before death
We live for the thrill of youth,
And then we’re disabled by time
Some people are happy with old age,
But some are a living corpse
The radical youth are killed by boredom
Shattered by Brianna LaPaglia
There was nothing more devastating
than watching the tears pour out of her eyes
like water falling into a plastic cup from a pitcher.
She was a glass castle shattered like an
ornement falling off a christmas tree.
Nobody knew why,
nobody cared to ask.
She was living alone in a world
where happiness is only really shared.
Untitled by Celia Rosa
When the crops died,
I dug my fingers through the soil;
Raked my nails through rocky beds.
I was searching for the water
I knew must still be there.
Home by Anonymous
The crisp air travels with the wind,
Creating the door to make an eerie sound.
Swiftly moving against the wind.
The sound of water swaying fills the air.
Warm sensations are felt,
as pancake mix sizzles on the stove.
Knowing this is home.
Almost as if there's magic hanging around
from the hard counter tops to the soft curtains.
Providing the sense of protection
Brightness comes through the window
Finished pancakes leave a trail of
sweetness and love.
Untitled by Kalee Lucier-Hill
I have memories from when I was young,
Memories of you,
Memories of you holding me in your arms,
Memories of the warm simplistic feeling that I felt with you,
Memories of being at home,
Memories of feeling safe,
Memories of being loved.
But those memories of the warm simplistic feeling, turned to stone
And I got ripped from my home.
Brutally tossed into the reality, that nothing good lasts forever,
And safety turns to fear,
And love becomes a labyrinth of complexity.
Memories begin to fade.
Until you are all alone.
The bitter silence, eats at your mind.
Until you have nothing.
Nothing but to be cold.
Nothing but to wish for those memories.
Untitled by Alyssa Hatch
Do not be afraid
to express what’s inside you.
Every day you’ll find
that through the eyes of strangers
you’re no more than just a face.