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The Odyssey Broadcast Edition 3

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The
Odyssey
Broadcast
Edition 3
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Identity Portrait
Jean Baptiste LePage
By Charlotte Austin
Nox
Cute
Playful
Lazy
Snuggly
Loves being called pretty
Purrs extemely loud
Can make her face all fur
Photography and Poem
by Mateo Juarez
You said you’d never leave me
And I thought you kept your word;
Your promise of silver ivy.
But the champagne is flat, and this house is empty
The shine rubbed off the vines,
Craft store paint mixes with tears
And falls, ever so gently
down,
down,
down,
my gullible mind.
I’m sorry that I loved you;
But you’re not sorry that you lied.
Turnt and lost in the upside down;
b r e a t h l e s s
Gasping and pulling for life
Always left in the mud
Crying out and wishing upon stars
I’m sorry-
it’s too late
Because the earth beneath our wretched bodies is polluted
Everything is gone
Like a breath of fresh spring air, we are
no more
Whispers in the night
murmurs by the loved,
and the lovers.
“It hurts to be,”
And it hurts to breathe.
Hold my lungs while I take a swim,
In the lakes of Nyx,
Plunge right in, to the shadowy depths of grief.
whispers in the night, spoken only by me.
Poetry
by Katie Jansen
wolves and marble
wear your soft skirts and trousers, my child
quietly walk these polished halls
green ivy overtake pearl and marble
silk tapestries 
spun from the dreams of the innocent

the women, draped in emerald green
long cloaks and gentle smiles
they read the thick books of disregarded wishes
frowning at the scrolls where the words of the unheard were
blotted
ignored
omitted
Poetry
by Sofia Peck

run through the halls, my child
a tapping of small shoes, or rain
the quiet wood, where the midnight wolves stalk the grasses
lying in wait 
for the stag, with its delicate horns of quartz
that off-white curtain of well-intended lies
confusion compounding itself
but don’t worry, my child
the world will right itself in the end
a good head on your shoulders
a kind heart in your chest
but take heed, my child
the 
wolves 
are 
prowling
Art
by Sofia Peck
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