Another Day 2″ © Edward Michael Supranowicz



That little home where everyone would roam forever alone
That tiny house where nothing was grouse and all were a louse
That minuscule cabin where everything was tabun yet nothing would happen
A family who’s deaf only listened to the voice of death
A family who’s mute only talked to dispute
A family who’s blind only saw what is behind
Lived through the memories of the now unknown
Lived through the pain and the lone
Lived drinking the tears and swallowing the moans
Yet when memories faded, living became hated
Yet when pain created shows, everyone rose
Yet when rivers dried, no sky cried
Died, that family that never once tried
Died, that home with all the people that denied
Died, the living that avoided love but not pride


Rena k, a sixteen-year-old girl, writes about her difficulties in articulating her emotions. This is the first time she has published an original. She expresses sentiments that are difficult to explain verbally.

Edward Michael Supranowicz is the grandson of Irish and Russian/Ukrainian immigrants. He grew up on a small farm in Appalachia. He has a grad background in painting and printmaking. Some of his artwork has recently or will soon appear in Fish Food, Streetlight, Another Chicago Magazine, The Door Is a Jar, The Phoenix, and The Harvard Advocate. Edward is also a published poet.