EDDA Art & Literary Magazine

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EDDA Art & Literary Magazine

EDDA Art & Literary Magazine

A Helping Hand, Nyla Bishop, 25

An Ode to Who?

Julianne Posey, '26 December 7, 2022

This is an ode  To my empty mind With a thirst for words that just won’t come Parched by the persistent pest that is Procrastination   This is an ode To the rhythmic tap of...

Red Flowers  

Sydney Villanueva, '24 November 28, 2022

A new month comes around  Autumn leaves fall down Falling down like crimson  Resonating between her legs  There is a growing pain of crimson  Pooling crimson water suffocating mammals  Red...

Recipe Poem Guidelines

October 27, 2022

Got a RECIPE for how to be a good friend? Or letting go of someone? Or finding yourself? WRITE AN ORIGINAL RECIPE POEM on any subject/theme AND GET PUBLISHED ON www.hfedda.org And be entered...

Carmella Abramczyk, 24

6-Word Challenge: What I’ll Miss Most About Summer

October 27, 2022

The quiet contemplation of sunny afternoons. --Samantha Chalmers, '25 I miss going to the resorts. --Michael Winfield, '25 My summer was Full of surprises. --Lavell Person, '25 I miss my freedom...

Bouquet, Javiyah Israel, 25

 Adjustment

Georgia Mott, '23 October 16, 2022

  “the process of adapting or becoming used to a new situation” A word I have gotten to know very well recently As I watched my brother leave for his final year of college I thought...

faded violence

Mila Ponce, '25 September 9, 2022

my doorway it stands guarding a  paradise; a prison home to beautifully tender wounds— dusted with roses and sore to the touch you may choose to see these wounds their hurt, their...

Prickly

Valentina Gonzalez, '26 September 9, 2022

You give me beautiful roses With petals like fire to light up my day Soon enough I have enough to fill my empty vase But as soon as I take them My finger bleeds

Find Me on the Field

Carmella Abramczyk, '24 September 5, 2022

Many don’t know about the hidden gem Behind the looming High school Just around the corner of the front of North A set of bleachers sit on the grassy hill This is the field The field where...

Grandma’s House

Alaya Carnes, '26 September 5, 2022

WHEN YOU WANT TO SEE SOMETHING NEW LOOK DOWN THE ROAD  “HALSTED” IT READS WHEN YOU WALK ACROSS THE CROOKED PAVEMENT BUILDINGS FILLED WITH A SOUR SMELL YOU GET A FEEL OF THE DIMMED HISTORY THE...

Railroad, Brooklyn Edwards, 23

Where I Come From Class of 2023

September 5, 2022

By Christina Franklin I'm a black girl that plays with  voodoo dolls, instead of barbies  they say my skins is a sin but my skin holds the wonders of the earth and wind  they say my hair looks...

Closer Than They Appear, Amanda Lumpkins, 22

Four Years

Jakaylen Reynolds, '22 April 6, 2022

Your name rings in my ear like the eerie ringing of the phone  in the silent house that morning you passed. When I think of you.  I hear the ice bumping against your glass cup as you walk to...

If you ever find yourself on the j train ….

Elise Armstrong, '22 March 13, 2022

If you ever find yourself on the j train …. Seek the nearest porch to sit on  or a pile of stairs  under a yolk-like sun  that runs it´s heat waves  through your coiled hair. If...

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