A Distinguished Selection of the Finest Modern Literature

Author Lara Wilson

Lara holds a B.A. in Comparative Literature. She's a native New Yorker, an after-school English tutor, and a bookworm.
Lara loves photography and horseback riding.

“We No Longer Weep” by Adefolami Ademola

Black skin is now specimen
for shooting practice
by white skins who think
it wise to destroy
the devil -in black-

We didn’t beg to be broken
into breaking news
scattered into lobes of
juicy stories on CNN, BBC
like propitiatory kolanuts

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“Drowning” – A Dark Poem by Theresa Ryder

This time he dragged her down, bound with him Clutching they spun inhaling, plunging in Needle tight breaths, she smacked and fought back Against his tourniquet grip, she slipped free in slack Necked gropes as he grasped her hopes and crushed As burning, they spiralled, kicking then hushed

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Dirty Laundry by Bob Shakeshaft

Small terraced windows
squinting eyes
behind curtains netted
faces onto the street
to snare a fresh gossip
smeared by a bad mind
carelessly harming
him or her

play – staged a small street
a clean name…linen hall

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Drop Your Mask by Maria Thompson Corley

Drop your mask
and let me watch you
unfold
like the tongue
of a butterfly.

Probe my pistils
and my stamen.

I am
the rarest flower,
the chocolate orchid;

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There Will Come a Day by Hazel MacMahon

There will come a day when the sun no longer
Shines,
She will have been ripped and scorned
By a force not benign,
The sky will close up with scores
Of infinite grey,
And you will burn with the pain
Of him having passed away,

There will come a day when the leaves no longer
Grow,
They will have been plucked and fallen
Down the darkest hole,
The branches will droop diminished
And you will sacrifice your hope
Of saving his last few minutes,

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Triptych by Lorcan Black

I.

This air is the air of an oven,
it is so deathly hot.

For days the sun has been crisping the microbes.
A boy has disappeared from the village.

2AM and the foothills of the Pyrénées
lit with light flashes between the dark spaces of trees,
foliage on foliage.

Sparks of light glitter the mountain sides.

Up here- mountains before us, village below us-
it’s like an ant farm, lines of lights
following the twists and turns between
row after row of houses

scaling slowly into the mountains
for the third consecutive night.

II.

The day it happened,
we’d walked into the foothills,

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Lithium Barbie Doll by Jason Cueto

She’s a razor-sharp dish
Wrapped in a kiss
Things appear so fine
It won’t be long before
You see something wrong
Those voices in her head at night…

She’ll bring you in
To her den of sin
Steal your soul for the night
The sun’s going down
Time’s running out
Better buckle your belt
For this roller-coaster ride

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Walls by Patricia Cunningham

You broke me down.

You stalked my walls and found them wanting.
Then you, with exquisite ease,
undermined them.

Complicit I bade the watchmen wait,
For a signal of your purpose.
But you so carefully and quietly,
began picking and removing, unpacking and exposing,
unwinding and reclaiming all,
that you could posses.

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Screenwriting Competition by the Oscars is Now Accepting Feature Film Script Submissions!

One of the most prestigious screenwriting competitions in 2017 is now accepting feature film script submissions! The Academy Nicholl Fellowship is an international screenwriting contest run by the Oscars. This screenwriting contest accepts all genre feature films.

About the Academy Nicholl Screenwriting Competition

The Oscars screenwriting contest is one of the most important contests of the year.
Many past Academy Nicholl winners have gone on to have incredibly successful careers after winning this screenwriting contest.
Winners have gotten Read More

On Loving a Boy by E. J. Schoenborn

One of the things I regret the most
is going back to my place at three A.M. after Pride Fest
lying on the mattress next to him,
this boy who said he felt comfortable around me,
his voice, a string of lights lining the bed,
and this is when I remembered I loved him,
my body a finger on a hairpin trigger,
worried something would go off if he even touched me,
but we both passed out,
And I was finally able to sleep for an entire night,
this boy, the night light in my bedroom,
a tense, tight calm.

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