The NEW Goddard Art's Guild presents the Goddard Literary Magazine (name subject to change in the near future, comment any suggestions). We are open to submissions of any type of poetry, short stories, fiction, essays, photography, book critiques, and any other type of writing you'd like to submit.
Our goal is to produce at least one compilation by the end of the school year! But to do so, we need your submissions!
Instructions for Submissions:
*Copy Paste or Type your submission into the comment box. Be sure to include your email address in case we need to contact you.
*You can choose to submit your name or leave your piece anonymous (with a pen name).
*If your submission is too long, you can email it to me (bmd266@nyu.edu).
*Same for picture/photograph submissions.
*We need cover-art for the book as well! So any ideas are appreciated.
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Hi! Cate Mahoney here. I thought I'd get the ball rolling. I think the line breaks are going to be messed up, but I'll post this anyway (we can fix it later!). My email is clm411@nyu.edu.
ReplyDeleteBFF
Do you remember when we were 9 and 13
And swore that if either of us ever needed a kidney transplant,
We would volunteer and give up a kidney
Because what is an organ between friends,
Especially if you need only one anyway?
Do you remember when we used to
Practice kissing on our hands
In the backyard of your father’s bakery
And you’d take my wrist and make it red
And I’d let you because my hormones were egging me on?
Do you remember when the neighbors teased us
Before we entered different high schools
Saying teenage romances never last
But you explained there was nothing romantic about
Growing up together
And all I heard was “We’ll never be lovers,”
And I watched myself say “lovers” in the mirror that night?
Do you remember when we were eating Thanksgiving leftovers
On the old foldout couch at my parent’s house,
Thrumming to get back to our respective colleges
And I said you looked good in that fleece pullover?
Do you remember how, later that day, your feet went numb
Because November is not flip-flop weather
But you couldn’t be bothered to tie up sneakers
When all you were doing was seeing me down the driveway?
Do you remember when we met for lunch in the city
And we both sat stiffly, hoping to prevent wrinkles in new suits,
And after draining the last drop of Perrier,
I went to get our coats
And said “I’ll be back,”
And never came back?
Do you remember when we were 39 and 43
And you had that kidney transplant
And I never gave up my kidney
Because I was finally pregnant
And seven miles away
And the doctor had one on hand
And you didn’t call?
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ReplyDeletecate that was amazing!
ReplyDeletethis is hana. here's a poem i wrote. the line breaks are also a little bit messed up here.
alter-ego
i am the night that sprawls beneath the toes of your lost consciousness.
i linger where you lose your mind, i stutter where you wander.
i am the voice that threads your voids of silence with confusion.
i soothe the woven screams of your long lost love:
they are thick with precision, tight tendrils soaked in
the stubborn wax of your own conviction,
and I, with my meager flame, do flicker.