Garbage
January 29, 2010
by A.M. Donovan
Old dreams discarded
By the roadside
Amongst old fast food wrappers
Beer bottles, and dead animals
Dreams
Broken by the world
A world in which
They couldn’t survive
Or abandoned, like a puppy
To ridicule and shame
Outgrown, outmoded, thrown away
Some will come back, briefly
Into vogue
Like patriotism, and faith
Or– lets whisper– God
Then we dig, frantically
Through the detritus of our lives
Trying to find
The newly realized treasure
A.M. Donovan is a writer, a folklorist (teaching classes part time at a local community college) and a very good cook. The folklore does tend to show up in the writing. “Garbage” originally appeared in the 2nd Annual Northwoods Anthology.
The Gentle Buzz
January 27, 2010
by Kelsey Hannon
I am buoyed up with breath and held suspended with love
Connecting mind, body and spirit to a point of abrogation
More clarity than ten clear windows
A gentle buzz of energy in its purest form
Subtle surety softens the muscles in my face
Connecting mind, body and spirit to a point of abrogation
More clarity than ten clear windows
A gentle buzz of energy in its purest form
Subtle surety softens the muscles in my face
And I am
Existing, unafraid of jarring impulses or cuts inside my stomach
And I am
Existing, unafraid of jarring impulses or cuts inside my stomach
And I am
Forgotten but more surely forgiven
what is outside this room
not numbing nor succumbing, this approach opens the veil
on the inside I wait for everyone to leave,
they have entered the half-an-hour-late crowd with salt rings on their shoes and jeans
they have entered the half-an-hour-late crowd with salt rings on their shoes and jeans
Kelsey Hannon is an aspiring poet from Provo, Ut. She teaches Ashtanga Vinyasa yoga classes and has a passion for preventative health measures in lifestyle choices concerning fitness and nutrition. Kelsey writes a blog of her poetry and the occasional prose piece that can be found at myfinerthoughtstoday.blogspot.com.
