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by TAMARA


I’ve never understood love at all

You can barely touch someone

And then you fall

Maybe it’s those eyes

The hurt behind them

But even though it’s behind them

You want it gone

Who dares to hurt my enemy

My love, my foe, my energy

Who keeps pushing me so hard

We’re so close and so far

And we keep running in circles

Same old routine

Going back to being friends

We’re living the dream

We’re living the nightmare

Surviving each other

We’ve gotten what we deserve

And it's completely unfair

Running up and down

Questioning what is and isn’t good grounds

What’s solid

What’s smooth

What’s soft

And what’s rude

You? Oh of course not

You’ve done nothing wrong

Oh wait

There’s that and this

And we forgot about jack little ish

Not really

But what’s better than a cold dish

I mean what’s better than a nice diss

Because we’ve been down for forever

We leave whenever

We still continue to see

The good in all that’s shamed

Loving the betrayed

So much that we have it framed

On screen and it’s so pretty

And entertaining

Nothing needs an alt

It’s not anyone’s fault

It’s anyone’s reason

There’s no season to look forward to

Because we’re all just kids learning something different every day

Everything is brand new

We just have things we get used to

Bitches and Bulls

Live the same lives from different views

And different social cues

The same goes for rainbows and darkness

Different goodness we harness

Picking sides a good white lie

Truth to abide by and something to deny

Like

What looks hood and checkable

What looks good and acceptable

What looks rich and all these neglected people

Oh yea that, oops...🙊

by TAMARA


I do what I want

And I’ll say whatever

Save it for later

I’ve got it together

I’m my own person

I don’t care who I’m hurting

There’s no changing what I am

I’m reckless and foolish you say

But everything is falling into plan

You’ll mock me

You’ll despise me

You’ll admire me

You’ll desire me

I’m all that you aspire to be

I’m all that is required of me

So be a little fool

Follow the man

Just be his tool

Don’t beg for my acceptance

When you don’t want to follow the rules

I’m the apple of the devil’s eyes

I’m crazy, unpredictable, and wild

You’re always in for a real surprise

Whenever you’re dealing with the

Dark Child



we haven’t written

as much as we hoped for

but that’s okay.


what really matters

is the time we shared.

the laughter.


As this semester went on I realized that being present was more important than my knowledge about writing. Of course being competent is important, but what is more important is being able to be a body in a room, showing up and spending quality time with the kids.


the essays revised

& revised again

& eventually completed & ready


to submit to colleges & teachers

who just want to see

that their students are trying.


Another thing that I realized is that I really enjoy helping students with their academic work. I was not expecting this since I usually tend to be more creative than analytical.


felt impressed by all of the kids

really. their humor & imagination

the way that they keep trying


i hope to keep trying too.


My favorite part of this entire semester was the kids and how they kept inspiring me to be better, for their sake and for mine.


Audrey Bowers is a graduate student in the MFA Creative Writing program.