Winter 2015: Young Voices
Visions on the Playground
Poetry by Meghana Mysore
Tired popsicle heads bounce back and forth between the worlds of grass and perspiring skin. Little feet dance, unhinged, on the slate of cement dreams. They follow the pulse of some unknown melody, familiar only to the naive of heart. They are free, like the swings which carry their bodies. They don’t know of the chains which fetter them and they don’t have to. To them, growing up is a fable. Soon the children will feel cold – cold despite the suffocating heat, cold although the yellow circle in the sky burns. They will lie on the grass, the very grass which held the bodies of the melting popsicles years ago, hungering for something more sustaining than food. They will want to understand the unknowable arches of the moon, though it evades them, refusing to reveal its truths. They will want to write poems in the dark of the night, to escape from the phony light of the burning sun. They will know the word phony, holding Salinger’s Catcher close to their chests like a bible and they will wonder when, or if, in this life they’ll be able to catch someone, when in this life they will be able to catch themselves, save themselves from falling. They are teenagers. Not far from here lies the playground of the parents, lacking the swing-sets and slides, yet bursting with adventure nonetheless. Their play is work; their work is watching the children play. They feel the sun beating down on their lukewarm chests. They wonder how the time passed by. Soon the parents’ skin will turn crinkly and old as if it’s forever being bathed under water. Baptize, baptize, baptize. This water is fluid memory, full of reminiscences of moments past. Johnny, she calls to her grandson on the swing-set, but she doesn’t know if it’s his name. This is old age.
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LETTER FROM THE MANAGING EDITOR
POETRY A Great Wild Goodness by Annie Lighthart Going South by Christine Gray a welcome week by Hannah Sams Ophelia, at Fifty, in a Blue Blow-up Canoe by Deborah Dombrowski A Passing Music by Barbara LaMorticella Girl Fishing with Grandpa by Helen Kerner Perimeter by Amy Schutzer Two Poets in the Weight Room by Tricia Knoll Skeletons by Christa Kaainoa A Poem for Dany by Suzy Harris Lineage by Amy Schutzer The Bucket by M.K. Moen Bernier River by Christine Dupres Silence by Margie Lee Advice by Donna Prinzmetal Sometimes at Night by Jennifer Pratt-Walter Fissure by Elizabeth Moscoso Whale by Cathy Cain In the Modern World by Annie Lightheart Love poem to an acquaintance by Allegra Heidelinde Dialogue between Magician and Tattooist by Christine Gray Under the sign of the water bearer by Jennifer Kemnitz city spacious heart by Pearl Waldorf PROSE Bless Our Great Nation, Zambia! Zambia! by Gypsy Martin Liminal by Stephanie Golisch The Tomorrow Fire by Kelly Coughlin Ablaze by Heather Durham Left As It Was, It Would Come Apart by Jackie Shannon-Hollis ART Sibling 1 by Michelle Latham Sibling 2 by Michelle Latham Sibling 3 by Michelle Latham Totem by Kelly Neidig Stratum by Kelly Neidig Swift by Kelly Neidig Breaking Free by Erin Leichty Capture Threads by Erin Leichty Hardware by Erin Leichty YOUNG VOICES Visions on the Playground by Meghana Mysore Chasing Thunder by Berkeley Franklin Elegy for Christy by Lily Boyd Social Media by Maya Coseo A Hundred Acre Wood by Audra McNamee CONTRIBUTORS |