Friday, May 3, 2024

Johnny Can't Fly

 By Lexi

Biting through his encasement,

The clipped-winged man is weeping.

Desperate for flight,

To be removed from your wings and confined

Is not innate but merely fateful;

If you are a free-flying bird in Florida

Owner comes out to play,

Holding his endless cigarette.

He can't seem to grasp the bird

Who is refusing,

Who is biting and scratching at his encasement.

Owner explains, through thick and cloudy exhales of smoke,

He doesn't want to play today.

(He shit himself.)

Trying to break free, biting and scratching towards no end only to reach 

The fishing line,

The unbreakable string that once bound my necklace,

Which had been so carefully owened,

Only to fall apart the next morning.

The freedom appeared to be misplaced, the bird's bite strong yet not quite in the right spot.

The cage is locked the next morning,

Same as any other.

The same morning that the beads of my necklace fell to the floor.

Perhaps the bead got lost in the tumult of it all,

And stayed with the bird, enveloped in its fierce grasp.

Biting through his encasement has instilled a muscle memory,

The very one that tore through the unbreakable fishing line.

The very one that tore through the unbreakable fishing line.

For my broken necklace, thank you, birdy,

For a beacon of freedom,

A piece of the key that unlocks the cage

If only he could fly right out,

Break away from the cigarette smoke blowing into his barren cell.

Fly right out, only further this time,

Further than his clipped wings could ever allow for.

Friday, April 12, 2024

I Fucked Bob Dylan

Zoe Byszynski

When your hands are clenched I will give them a place to unwind.
When your eyes are closed I will match them with mine.
When your lips are sealed I will steal a piece of your mind.

Thursday, April 11, 2024

I'm Starting to Remember Things


Prince Morales
March 29, 2024
16" x 20"
Coffee paper, deconstructed canvas


There was a time in the past 2-3 months prior to making this piece where I lost my sense of self. I stop doing the things that made me happy and progress as a person, or at least I felt like I did. This collage is supposed to represent how I remember things in my head, a little scrambled, memories seeping into others which have no correlation. I printed out film photos I took throughout last year and soaked them in coffee to give off that old aging paper look. I ripped out the parts I wanted to use of the photos to make it look for organic and put them together, mixing memories and experiences together. The baby skeleton creature is meant to be the random ideas and thoughts that also merge in with the memories, I can only think in pictures and visuals no words up there. I made the wood frame by ripping off the canvas off the frame and just stapling it on the other side once I glued all the pictures together.