You Have The Things I Want

by Maria A. Arana

I could easily take them from you
change who I am
make you disappear
call you a liar when you see me in your car
sleeping with your husband
picking the kids up from school

You have the things I want

I could easily hide in your basement
file the blocks until they are thin as paper
tip my hat when you come down
wait until you tire of me
bury you with the things in your caskets
cover them with cloths

You have what I want
I could easily take them from you
I could easily hide in your basement
be free
you would thank me after the diagnosis
…if you last that long


Maria A. Arana is a teacher, writer, and poet. She has published poetry in various journals such as Spectrum, vox poetica, and Altadena Poetry Review. You can find her on her website and Twitter @m_a_Arana

Voicemail

by Derek Hamilton

The phone will ring before going to voicemail, so I know she didn’t shut it off – she’s just ignoring my calls. I can’t decide if that makes it better or worse. Every time I get to her voicemail, I can’t help but listen to it:

“Hi, you’ve reached Katie’s voicemail. I’m not here right now, so leave me a message and I’ll get back to you!”

She sounds happier than I remember. She sounds fake. It feels good that I can tell that it isn’t really her on that recording, because that means I know who she really is. At this point, I’d give anything to talk to any version of her.

“Hi, you’ve reached Katie’s voicemail. I’m-“

Her voicemail sounds like someone who would talk to me. She sounds like someone I could get along with. She sounds like the type of girl who wouldn’t completely abandon the person she claims to love the most.

“Hi, you’ve reached Ka-“

Sure, we’ve had fights before – and we even broke up a few times – but maybe she’s really calling it quits this time. Maybe she doesn’t love me anymore. Maybe she never really loved me at all.

“Hi, you’ve-“

If that’s the case, then why am I even trying to talk to her? Wouldn’t I be better off without her? Why isn’t this making me feel better?

“Hi-“

Well, now it’s just going straight to voicemail. She probably turned her phone off. I guess I’ll have to try again tomorrow.


Derek Hamilton is a writer, musician, voiceover talent, and self-proclaimed nerd from Northeast Ohio. He’s a Columbia College Chicago alumni, a published poet, and currently works as a streaming media producer. You can find more of his work at derekhamiltonedits.com

Self-Image

by Derek Hamilton

And even though it seems to be, a losing battle fought
One must remain, and keep at bay, each and every thought

For discord in is discord out, and we are all at fault
Plainly seen, and clearly heard, the constant self-assault

Although the cost is still so great, and we have paid our dues
Even when there is nothing left, there is still so much to lose


Derek Hamilton is a writer, musician, voiceover talent, and self-proclaimed nerd from Northeast Ohio. He’s a Columbia College Chicago alumni, a published poet, and currently works as a streaming media producer. You can find more of his work at derekhamiltonedits.com