Telolith 2019, vol. 46

from Telolith 2019

Repeating Reflection

Karma brings it back around.

All the mistakes, all those broken thingsLeft behind return, as do gifts freely given.Elements of yesterday, golden strands of tomorrow spunInto an intricate tapestry of today’sDesign, reflections tilted toward eachOther. Patterns fashioned and reconstructedSymmetrically, one after the other. Perpetual variations Create elegance out of tiny bits Of broken glass. Fragments of separate wholesTelolith

Amanda Delk -Untitled- Digital Photo

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Produce an exquisite, intriguing masterpiece with

Each change of perspective, each spin of the wheel.- Lois Magner

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Amanda Delk -Untitled- Digital Photo

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Amanda Delk -Sing To My Heart- Digital Photo

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Rosa Strydom -Car Show- Digital Illustration

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Amy Friesen -Adventure Time Cards- Digital Illustration

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The Second Chance

A cloud hovers heavily overhead for years. Father shackles me with his ideals, while Mother breaks every chain constricting my capabilities. He is not a soft man — old in his ways, the valleys between us steep and severe. He warns, “Living life with her will be a mistake.” Ignoring his words I plan my escape with Jezebel and become a sojourner in her land. Over the years the cloud continues to cover my course as tension sizzles between us. With my back fusing with the wall, only one option is evident. The journey is long, but I pull up to the familiar driveway with my life in a U-Haul and five smaller clones snoring a serene sound – my dignity dwindling to nothing. His proverbial voice says, “We’ll start early in the morning.” The cloud slowly spills into the sapphire sky.

-Andy Dinh

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Christina Forks -Untitled- Digital Photo

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isolation

Drifting through fog, a balloon carried away, tossed and torn on winter winds. Tether line thinning, stretching, fraying. Rising on cold currents while the Anchor dims with distance, fading.

Slowly deflating, breathless. Loss of air precipitates descent, a spiraling return to the cold, hard ground. Flattened, left forgotten in the dust.

-Lois Magner

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Jesse Marcos -Well Worn- Pencil drawing

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Brightest

my mind is cloaked in seemingly endless darkness but sometimes light emerges from the blackness and on days like those i am the brightest of black and white

-Jordann Davis

Rise

anxiety is an anchor that holds me down it drowns me in negativity but I can hold my breath forever and finally i rise from the depths resurfacing to the peace of mind that I had before

-Jordann Davis

Logo for Telolith by Annie Wall

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Annie Wall -Hillside Town- Watercolor & Ink

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Logo for Telolith by Luis Martinez

Exquisite Corpse

Today was rotten. Nothing went my way. A tiny monster broke a small window, a teeny tiny baby coffin broke. I need to take the dog outside to walk now. Beside the moon, the stars danced with the night. The sunrise goes from east to west every day. Our nights were soft, our days were always fair. My love grows stronger with each passing day. I need to take my dog outside to play. They say we shine our brightest in the dark.

Editor’s Note: This is a group poem by students in Sharon Brockmann’s Introduction to Literature class: Elizabeth Perry, Ana Herrera, Kaitlyn Kirk, Keelin Lahita, Cheyenne Miller, Kacie Moree, Jaci Oakley, Corrina Porras, Citlali Rocha-Ruiz and Daniel Rodriguez.