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  Cracks in the Sidewalk

  

  By ispoli16, Bayside, NY

  In music a rest is as important as a note, and the space between two words is the only thing that allows it to be readable. There is music in silence, wisdom in the spaces, pain in the cracks on the sidewalk. I hide in the clouds, grimacing against the brutal sunlight in a colorless mass you all so ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Drowning My Imperfections

  

  By ispoli16, Bayside, NY

  I drown my imperfections in a stream, in a stream of no color, where water dances in caressing splashes over my fingers. There is cold light filtering through windows of wet glass. The flow rushes along its path, having no need to slow for contemplation, untroubled by stones of icy stillness in...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Cotton Butterfly Skirts

  

  By ispoli16, Bayside, NY

  I walked into a kosher market the other day and felt like I was home. The Hebrew music playing in the background was serenading me with a soundtrack of my life- that is, the life I lead before the one I followed. In the supermarket there were pasta dishes and bakery products and glatt-certified meat...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Hanukkah's Angels

  

  By ispoli16, Bayside, NY

  We are the angels of Hanukkahs past. We travel through candles, through oil that lasts For eight days, for eight years, eight centuries and we Are searching for lights that are pleasing to Thee. Many millennia passed since the ne’ir Extinguished, left Your children in panic- but there, The...
• Nonfiction > Memoir
  The Girl I Used to Be

  

  By ispoli16, Bayside, NY

  I used to be a girl who rolled up her sleeve every morning and every night, poked and prodded the fleshy arm to find a suitable place for a slender, sharp needle, and winced as one of her parents pushed the life-sustaining insulin past her skin. I was eleven and twelve, and I used to see myself wear...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The World of a Thousand Fabrics

  

  By ispoli16, Bayside, NY

  The world is made from a thousand fabrics- The silken threads mingle with rugged canvas and braids into smooth strings of cotton. Every material speaks a different language. Every thread carries another story, a mood taken from a country thousands of miles away. An expert tailor wraps the thread...
• Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
  Destination Wedding, Orthodox Style

  

  By ispoli16, Bayside, NY

  I blinked groggily and glanced around to get my bearings. I was on an airplane, though I couldn't understand the bizarre, breathtaking, and exotic sights just outside my window. To my drowsy, 11-year-old eyes, it looked as though our plane was heading toward a mountain of glistening coal, an exquisi...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Winter Hymn

  

  By ispoli16, Bayside, NY

  Winter blows a cold, white sheet Of icicles and snow, replete With frost and brisk uncertainty Like the bare branch of a sleeping tree Colored lights dress Christmas trees Carols ring out elegantly And festive candles softly glow Behind a faithful’s cold window But all festivities have...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Aaron

  

  By ispoli16, Bayside, NY

  I watch the subtle blue of your eyes glow What mysteries hide in your mind? What secrets and legends do you carry still From such an earlier time? What did you see in the battle fire? When the bombs fell, what did you feel? Did they echo the sense from your shell and your head- Did you even...
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  Hands

  

  By ispoli16, Bayside, NY