Posted by: Benjamin Riggs ,Three years in the cradle of the orphaned night Cold child—allowing web-stained walls and spinning knobs to creep Her lunacy is a trembling chasm, shedding skin, as the curtain calls for— Eliza Laurel, the troubled thought bubble of obscurity. Haunting the antiques—junkyard toys and jeweled perfume She kneels and tries for a necklace and rings, But they pale in comparison to her forgotten flesh. While “The Girl from Ipanema” plays on vinyl until the end of time ____________________________________________________ Bradley Massingill is always nervous. He thinks he is okay and a person. Born and raised in Shreveport, Louisiana, Bradley is now full-time student at University of Louisiana at Lafayette majoring in Psychology and English, and he plans to go to graduate school and teach at the college level; however, he has dreams of supporting himself through writing and/or comedy.