Carnegiea

Literary Magazine

Category: November 2020

Firewood

By Kaya Callahan

I am the wood to his fire
When he speaks his words keep me warm
But when he yells his words burn me
Blacken me.
Break me apart from the inside out.
Have me question my worth.
Crack. Crack. Crackling.
Until he would soothe me with his warming words again.
But this dark pain, charcoal stained spots on my heart and mind
Never truly go away.

“Firewood” is about how my ex boyfriend would go from loving to being emotionally/ verbally abusive. Even after he would briefly apologize and be “loving” again his words still stuck with me.

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By Lia Christensen

It’s What I Deserve

By Humberto Valdez

My hands have no flesh, not even bone.
Texture and sensation are no longer present in my fingertips.
My hands have been chopped off by life itself,
only severed wounds and nothingness remain.
The universe figured they were of no use to me nor anybody else.
They were a gift I was given and chose to neglect;
a waste of space.
How selfish I was, to ignore a blessing simply because I was too afraid.

Had only there been somebody to use them,
to put them to work like a mother.
A mother who caresses her baby’s cheek.
One who cares for her child, not because she needs to,
but because she desperately wants to.

I wish I could know how other people feel.
What is it like to caress somebody, or even to be caressed?
It doesn’t matter,
I don’t want somebody to tell me what it feels like,
I want to experience it for myself.
But, I guess I’ll never know.

For now, in this life, I shall be useless,
left alone to rot and bleed to death.
Well, maybe not bleed to death,
but to die of neglect.

I think that a lot of us teenagers feel that we won’t fall in love, and this is kind of how I would describe that feeling, by having your hands chopped off. Because, when you think of having a partner, you imagine touching them, holding their hand, running your hands through their hair, and without your hands, you can’t do any of that. It might possibly be the worst punishment in a sense, but if you keep this mindset, you almost feel that it’s what you deserve.

Winter Webzine

Hey everyone, we are very excited to announce our Winter Webzine! We will be taking submissions through the end of December and hope to release it (for free) in late January right here on Carnegiea Lit Mag!

While the theme is Winter, we are taking any submissions. Our webzine is a chance for Southern Arizona’s talented artists to express their voices through their work. We are constantly impressed with the work we receive, and we’d like to see what else you’ve got!

 

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euphoric

By Lily Morales

Butterfly Girl

By Karen Jacquez

I created an insane amount of things during quarantine. I painted, sketched, did portraits, landscapes, etc. But near the end of quarantine I discovered a new style to draw in that came so naturally to me. This was the first piece created in this new style of mine and I fell in love with everything about it. I really wanted to experiment with the way unnatural colors can show different dimensions in a persons face.

No Justice No Peace

By Lily Morales

from the blm rally at the u of a campus

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