Lit Mag submissions

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It's Hard Out Here for a Wolf

I am known by many as the "Big Bad Wolf" I say that name in quotations because I am neither big nor bad. Actually now that I think of it, I'm not even a wolf. I am the illegitimate son of White Fang (the Alaskan husky) and Mr. T (the A-Team member). So as you can tell I get my Big and Bad characteristics from my mother, Mr. T, and my wolf characteristics from my father, White Fang. But I am telling you this only to get to the real issue at hand. I am innocent. Children across the globe have been force feed false stories portraying me as the villain. Ok I will admit I had an addiction to cocaine back in the 70's, which engendered my obsessive sneezing problem, but I didn't purposely knock down the two little pig's houses. Also who builds a house out of sticks? Come on! And straw, please, straw is useless even for farming. And to say I liked Little Red Riding Hood is just repulsive. She's too young, I had a thing with her grandma, why do you think I was wearing her clothes? There are all these stories portraying me as the bad guy, but in reality the only things I am guilty of are:
1. Sneezing too much and
2. Having a relationship with a seasoned elder. But as my good friends Caleb Florence and Daniel Harrison say, age before booty. So stop your accusations calling me the Big Bad Wolf, my name is Mr. John T. Fang and for the little pigs out there, stop being so stingy and buy materials that can actually withstand a small gust of wind.


Change Will Come Acrostic

Uniformity the downfall of society

Conformity boredom stirs
Anger seems parallel to piety
Negativity progression blurs

Convergence significant to prosperity
Harmony seldom seen
Ambition now just a parody
Nothing nice to say, so we are mean
Going on a steady down hill
Endangering not just the nation

Turmoil also to lands over sea
Hatred not rationed
Ending discrimination is an essential key

War destroying foreign relations
And only exacerbating economic decline
Yesterday we say, hoping for restorations

Wondering why our progression is behind
Everyone needs to work together to help the good cause

Living in an apathetic nation is no fun
International policy falls
Vitalization makes hope when reconstruction has begun
Everything will be great again, when change doth come.

Childhood Illness

Stomach aching, feeling wheezy
In the toilet is my macaroni extra cheesy
Hyperventilating, peering over the seat
Now I just upchucked my luncheon meat
Off of the toilet to take a sip.
Down my throat the liquid slips
But not for long because it soon comes out
All chopped and discolored like sour crout
Now pain alleviates and I sit with my dad
Stomach ache subsides and I don't feel so bad.
Empty stomach, allures me to eat some din.
But after five minutes the cycle starts over again
Hunger is over, discomfort is all I feel
Then I throw up my most recent meal.

Lady in The Water

Still, tranquil, immobile, yet vivacious. I lay stiff in the river dead in body, but fully active in spirit. Clatter surrounding me: frogs, fish, tress; the very essence of nature. My dress caked and logged heavy with the dirty water from the infinite stream. Insects gather and feast ruthlessly on my pruned and corroded flesh, minnows swimming between my toes. Birds chirp loudly shouting orders, but who cares? I am at rest at peace, nirvana. Wildlife snagging at my dress with immense perseverance disparately seeking my attention, but I give them none. My muscles don't move, cells don't budge and bones don't crackle. I am still. At peace more then ever, lost in my own world of unlimited thought where physical life is scarce. As I float on down stream I hear voices followed by shrieks. Spectators cry and become petrified at first sight of me, I don't budge, I am still tranquil, full of life, yet dead.