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Maci Jungkind

  • Articles,, Poem, Poems

    French Toast

    For context, I asked a friend of mine to give me a poem topic and they said “French Toast”. I didn’t want to just write about French Toast so this is what I came up with:

    (This is a fictional poem)


    I don’t remember things in full

    It’s easier to absorb the little waves than drown in the sea

    I couldn’t tell you when we stopped going out,

    or when our conversations became more like chores.

    I couldn’t tell you when I love you lost its meaning

    or when our hands became too cold to embrace

    But I remember the weather.

    I remember it was sunny,

    and the cold from the previous night laid a blanket of frost on the ground.

    You were dressed to leave,

    it wasn’t unusual for you to be dressed, but

    it was your eyes– cut with clarity– that gave it away.

    I didn’t stop you, I just dipped bread in beaten eggs.

    Your black shirt felt symbolic of mourning,

    but our funeral would have no witnesses.

    Your shoes were old, but they left no mark when you stepped out of the door.

    I couldn’t process what happened,

    so instead I sat down, said a blessing, and ate French Toast.

  • Articles, Artwork

    Picturesque Mushroom

    I took this photo for my photography class sometime back in September. I’m pretty proud of it because I think the image…

  • Articles, Artwork

    Plasma Ball

    This was a photo taken for my photography class for our “Night and Day” assignment. We had to take a picture of…