Sorry. A five letter word.A word that can be used as glue to mend a broken promise. That can make you think that a wrong has been righted,because with just a single sorry everything is right back to how it was. Forgetting that there ever was a cause,entering a new phase like Dorothy in the wizard of [...]
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Inklings and COVID-19 Update
Dear Readers & Supporters of Inklings, We hope you are doing well amid this turbulent and rapidly changing time. Due to the spread of COVID-19, Eastern University has moved classes online and had asked students to leave the campus unless there were extenuating circumstances preventing them from doing so. There are more detailed updates available [...]
Insights on Submission
by Megan MahoneyFebruary 8, 2020 Eastern’s Inklings Literary Magazine is currently open to submissions! Not only are we open to undergraduate students from Eastern, but this year, we’re also accepting work from all undergraduates. Interested in submitting? We’re open until March 13th, so just follow this link: https://inklings.eastern.edu/submission-guidelines/ Meanwhile, here are some tips and tricks to make [...]
So Long
Thorny briars kiss her Ankles glazed in radiant ichor. Nutmeg and honey, Clover and thyme, her mother’s nectar-sweet tears Puddling on the peak of Olympus tug On her tongue as the pomegranate bursts Across her lips. A sleepy bliss Lulled by warm pine Whispers in her ear. She tips forward Toward outstretched arms, And howling [...]
Notes on Returning
After Evie Shockley load up your bags gather some leaves seeds perhaps a pine cone pack them carefully in the carry-on hold on tight pull memory close inhale exhale hold the rich scent of [...]
Growing
Her bare feet pad across the soil, weaving through the dying garden. She seems at peace as she spreads dark compost over the emptying beds, tucking bulbs of garlic in for their winter rest, held in living dirt that feeds girl and garlic both.
SECOND-HAND CLOTHES AND GOOD COFFEE
the hangers screech as you move them across the silver rod in the thrift store we’re in. there’s a hum of some song neither of us know and the low whisper of the teenagers in the next aisle, i’m not sure if the gray plaid really fits with the vibe i’m going for, and a [...]
Ode to the Erased Words
(you were heinous) You look lovely! So sorry you couldn’t find a place in this metropolis of stanzas towering tall that we’ve built! (more like built itself from the casualties) What? Oh, it’s nothing that concerns you. Look we dedicated a bench to you in this park! Well you see no one’s here because it’s [...]
Please Answer All Parts of the Question Before Turning In Your Test
When you confessed you thought ladybugs couldn’t fly as we watched one land on the freckle on your left hand that you use to dot the i in notes you scribble in Sharpie, A. Who did you trust enough to tell you they can’t? B. Did you trust me enough not to laugh at you? [...]
Prodigal Poem
Mama I’ve been out shouting with the Spoken Words, raised my cardboard sign ‘til my throat bled screws and I coughed up rust. They were woven out of black holes they filled with drinks from the Limericks’ alehouse crooning blues like upbeat tunes. Mama they’re mockingbirds with their wings cut off. The Beats taught me [...]
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