Delightful But Triteful The sounds of the voice, so radiant and strong, forever seeking
Alone Alone Has no promise Has no direction And is the only state that Has no color. Alone Is not even blank, But alone Is bleak. And the only way to move Out of loneliness Is to transform The bleak to blank:
Juliette-Lea Bergwerk, photograph (digitally altered)
to find a lonesome ear to tell wondrous tales – The leaves on the trees that glisten and shine in the sunlight – The new game sat silently and calmly on the store shelves waiting to be bought – The trees and plants are numerous in the vast expanse of the backyard – The feeling of the warm steam leaving the blueberry, sugarcoated, golden toasted muffin with the sugary smell of deliciousness really hit the spot – The warm bed enveloped in blankets pushes away the brisk winter night – A warm bright blue mug of hot chocolate steaming in the cold air of a winter wonderland – The sweet-smelling candy dissolves on the top of my tongue – Hazelnut chocolate truffles resting on the desk – The creaminess of a large ice cream sundae triggers eyes to widen, noses to smell, and mouths to water – The rush of ice cold water on a sweltering hot summer day – The delicious, smooth, cold, and mouthwatering ice cream lured people over – The eagle gracefully soars amongst its prey; full of fear knowing the eagle rules the mighty skies – The sleek hot red boat speeding over the white waves – Sweet chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven. Remy Bohrer, Deana Cheysvin, Jeffrey Federmesser, Molly Goldman, Alix Gollomp, Katie Grobman, Rebecca Heringer, James Khaghan Perri Kressel, Noah Offitzer, Sigal Palley, Shayna Rosenfeld, Elliot Rubin, Lauren Vaknin, Steven Wolff
To start over And to change what was once blank Into a personal easel Upon which you can start painting. Tobias Citron Shayna Rosenfeld, photograph Pages 42 – 43