Pomatomus saltatrix, you showed me how to loveIn lapping of the waves against the gallows’ posts aboveThe gentle bay, forever clear, where barnacles sing ofA heaven freed of ugliness and brutal death thereofThe fisher boy had broken yet like tawny August dawnA tiny speck of cold and sweat dripped slowly down uponA bare yet gilded…

Let me think about where my journey began.Strange faces, new places, strum basses, sax cases, cool aces, oldvases, fun races, strong paces.I had to say bye to the known, face being on my own, feeling like I’m allalone, call mom and dad on the phone, feeling that pain… I just had tomoan.When I woke up,…

When the night falls…I lie down to rest…When day breaks, I remember dreaming of the best…The thought is so strong that it puts aches in mychest…… but yet…I have no regrets…of…Dreaming of Tokyo…Long days of study and work all pay off when I comeback home…… no I’m not alone…… with my drink and my phone………

Conversations like heart monitor beepsTheir shapes form the shapeOf highs and lowsOh highs and lows Jill McFarland2015

When I was a child,I dreamt of what I could do.I’d stand outsideOn a clear spring afternoon,Waiting to catch a butterfly on mytongue.I always wanted to catch a rainbow.I’d sit on the floor,Talking to inanimate objects,Hoping they were actually listening.I always wanted to advise a balloon.I’d sit in front of the fireplace,Consuming the warmth.And be…

The ball rollsAnd bounces, tooCarried by the windAs it descends to the groundIt sits idle as gravity has placed itDiversion is the way of the ballIt dares to deflect worry and distress by Alexandra Foerster, ’09