Metazen is going on hiatus
Metazen is taking a break
some selections from the archive:
- 'Why You Shouldn’t Be A High School Algebra 1 Teacher' by Mallory Whitten
- 'somewhere in the bottom of the rain' by Steve Roggenbuck
- 'The Caribou' by Cameron Pierce
- 'Phone Sex Notes' by Alexandra Naughton
- Two Poems by Ana Carrete
- Two Poems by Mira Gonzalez
- 'The End, My Beautiful Friend, The End' by Chris Dankland
- 'Junior Prom' by Chelsea Martin (a Metazen Film)
"Junior Prom" Written by Chelsea Martin and directed by Riley Michael Parker
twenty four hours
little moths are waking up and kissing each other within my insides. they don’t view this as a prison and neither should you.
i have your eyes on repeat circling through my head. my body feels like a volcano erupting for the first time in ten thousand years. this span of time means little when i think about your hands. dormant no longer, don’t be afraid.
rolling waves of hunger crash throughout an empty cave. i deny this pleases the moths and shout to the sky ‘stop fading so fast, please don’t go down.’ there is only an illusion of absence and everything is mostly okay.
i am covered in a layer of feeling that is dead to the world. i will pick it off and scatter it beneath my feet. if you were born without eyelids you haven’t missed a thing.
One Truth For Every Person
What is the smallest amount of money you would pick up off the street?
Even if the street was really dirty?
I pick it all up, a penny.
The other day I saw a penny and a few steps later thought I should go back for it, but I didn’t.
I was with somebody, and it was only a penny.
If I had taken maybe just half a step, I would have turned, bent, pocketed.
How far back would you walk to get that smallest amount of money you would pick up?
I think it was Monday I saw this penny, tucked into a patch of grass along the sidewalk. Now it’s Thursday, and it’s cold, and I have a little cough.
But maybe I could figure out where it was.
If I didn’t have so much to do in this life, I would go back for it.
A really interesting person would do that. Maybe one day I would meet him or her and ask what he or she did for work.
To which this interesting person would respond, “It’s not really a job, but I’ve spent the last few weeks trying to find a penny I passed, but it wasn’t shiny and it was tucked into a patch of grass.”
“Before that,” this person would say, “I spent a while stacking rocks down by the falls. Last year I invented a new sort of composting toilet.”
Actually, thinking about it now, I am glad that I did not pick up that penny.
Because then while talking to this person, hands in my pocket, I would rub my found penny, meeting his or her eye, nodding like everything was normal, inside panicking.
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