Tiffany Lindsey: Forthcoming

Destination

Maddie Chaulk

I see the trees blowing in the distance And I wonder if I am almost there? As the sun sets over the mountains it seems as though All I can do is stare.

I turn and look at the road traveled And know that it’s the past, I long for a new beginning And hope it will last.

As I stare at the road before me I think of the places I will go What will I discover, Who will I meet, And what will I become?

The journey has been a fun one, New beginnings lie before me. I now must find my own way Through this adventure I call life.

Ellen Wells: Flower Power Sevil Gulmammadova: Freedom

A Walk

Aaron Bass

I take a trip around a football field At sunset, when no one will watch me there, A little walk to insulate against The debt I’ll one day owe the reaper. It takes some time to find the moment where I feel the evening air is still enough For me to snatch my free-floating thoughts Before they waft skyward from my mind like Dandelion seeds. I do not know what I will catch when I reach out but I Do it anyway.

Being in such a populated space As an arena when it’s empty feels Like what it must be like to be a ghost, I imagine, though not those that have been But those that will yet be when quarantine Is over. Those future ghosts are hopeful Things to me. I can haunt the happiness Of those yet to see their families in The stands, cheering them on, hometown heroes Who earned their rewards of hugs and kisses. I guess fantasizing about connections Would seem heartsick in those healthier times But these are far from that.

Once the still-lingering evening light leaves, A vee of geese recedes into the night In a trailing highway above me, and, Looking like a wave washing up black silt, They carry their damp, marshy smell with them. It is a strange comfort to be able To touch a bit of wilderness with my Nostrils after several long winter months.