Losing A Dear Friend
Sarah Moskovitz, Midlo Scoop Staff
November 15, 2017
July 16, a day to remember, leaving the field, crowding around with teammates, I could feel a darkness overcome us. As I looked into the dugout, I could see the field, my dad, fell to the ground in defeat, I didn’t know what to do; I just froze. I went over to see what had happened, bu...
To Weep Alone
Rachel Bybee, Midlo Scoop Staff
October 25, 2017
“Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.” Edgar Allan Poe A stone with a name glares to me How dare time continue With a cloud full of pity Rain descends Alone, I tighten my coat Rolling towards me Coming from nowhere A lost umbrella With a smile on my lips And...
The Scarecrow
Rachel Bybee, Midlo Scoop Staff
October 5, 2017
In a field of wheat and sorrows, the crucified scarecrow watched the sky swirling with creams, grays, and tired blues. Among the dull colors, flecks of black flew in formation. A raven dropped, too low, knocking the scarecrow’s ragged hat to the diseased ground. The scarecrow cursed the raven, the...
Batman, Incorporated
April 13, 2016
Taylor Coy drew piece, titled Batman: Incorporated. He say, "The inspiration that helped me draw this first in pencil then in Pen drew from Frank Miller's classic graphic novel, The Dark Knight Returns."
Inception
April 13, 2016
Daisy once told me the rocks are stars. The sun is infinite emptiness eroding time and space, and we are but travelers finding our destination, our place, in a dying universe. And it was the wind that constructed the sky- an abysmal blue and billowing surface, veiling the black, au...
Run to Stand Still
April 13, 2016
Even as I hold my pen, I quiver. There’s an earthquake, a deep tremor, coursing through these dark blue veins. Frankly, I prefer thinking over writing, but when I’m too tired to think, when I feel the capillaries in my mind ready to burst, that is when I write. Writing has proven to be a physiological...
Winter Sundays
April 13, 2016
Every day, you’re living another life But I live a thousand Watching the tail-swing of leaves dash in between spiraled oak trees And swoop down in an abundant stir Of leaves and gradual repertoire Of incandescent thoughts, alongside blue bloods, incandescent leaves Incan...
Masked
April 13, 2016
Do you know him? That boy in the back of your class The one who is too scared to talk to anyone, For fear of being laughed at? Do you know her? That girl who hides her tears behind her smile The one who never stops laughing, For fear she'll remember everything? Did you know he's tormented b...
The Grand Old Man
April 13, 2016
¨Dedicated to my grandfather, John McDonald.¨ His soul made of silver, His heart made of gold, His mind still sharp, Reciting the days of old. Despite having entered the years of his twilight, His attitude's still charming, his jokes, quite the delight. For you see, he is the grandfather, ...
Bartholomew, The Cherry Tomato Plant
April 8, 2016
It’s 9:48 pm; I can feel the liquid life aching through my micro-tubes encompassing my body. I set a pen on my lap and see it twitch with every beat that my drum stretched too tight dares to muster. It’s 9:54 pm, the telescopes through which show life, planted above my mountainous cheeks,...
