Ariadne Magazine

Ariadne Magazine

Kaelyn Robertson

Kaelyn Robertson

The Future Is Bright Ruined and pollutedSkies are charcoal blackLike the darkened screen of computersAnd phonesTo talk to people thousands of miles awayBut never feel the warmth of their touchAnd televisions with Images that tell stories of violence and...
Antonio Vergueiro

Antonio Vergueiro

The marriage between the me and the I Suddenly everything is blue Clouds fainted away I’ve dribbled through them Past them all They came at me and I just dodged Dodged them all to a place I could be All by myself The marriage between the “me” and the “I” They looked...
Anna Keller

Anna Keller

Anonymity Tufts of airy gossip inflated with unsolicited opinions  of oversized waist lines and poorly performed  liquor-tinted soliloquies tumble my way.  While duck boots wade  through puddles of rain  to overcooked supper wide, toothy grins...
Kells Norman

Kells Norman

Blackbird’s Sonnet  Oh how beautiful, the crow will fly far. Its slick black wings outstretched into the fire. The feathers will turn to ash. This is war.  I cannot be inspired without desire living with knowledge of this evil. Wearing myself down thinking...
Taylee Braegger

Taylee Braegger

Humanity  Heart Beats upon a string of a solemn guitar. Red of apple trees falling. The universal webs sending iridescent sparks through the confines of threads. Drawn figures etched in the epidermis of the beau. Can be shattered like glass and mended like...
Kelly Thompson

Kelly Thompson

AUTOETYMOLOGY My name, Kelly, is an Irish name of uncertain origin, but I was always told that it came from ceallach, which is Old Irish for war or strife. So why is it that when I hear my own name I do not hear the clanging of halberds or the riastrad war cries of...