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Lynks
by
Kathryn Coffey
Bemajedareki Williams
Ben Williamson
football
goes soaring
through the
Old Gym window
damn sportos
K.C.
broken down
rehabilitation
pain turns to pleasure
resurrecting
bone and sinew
B.B.W.
scattered
on the floor
pieces
can't be mended
never will
K.C.
pieces
loosely held together
an afterthought
the frailty
apparent to all who witness
B.W
soaring through
friday night lights
the pigskin
"high and tight"
coach says in a distant memory
B.W.
Lifting high
past the rain
past the wind
into space
never going back
K.C.
as the wind blows
feeling your essence
through the grass
admiring
undying presence
B.B.W
my father teaches
learning and listening
from drive to reverse
accidentally
in neutral
B.B.W
Meaning well
Poppy gives me
a grass cutter
supposed to help
but I got no lawn
K.C.
Guiding hand
touching fire
I reach in
but get stung
by fiery sparks
K.C.
raised by
mom . . .
heaven's plan
raised by dad
les enfant terribles
B.B.W.
sitting still
feeling emptiness
null and void
practicing art
discipline
B.B.W.
in the old family van
Hey Jude
Baby Beluga
over and over
never got old
K.C.
simple choice
go outside
live wild and free
or stay
and rise above
K.C.
yellow daisies
summer back
porch time
with my favorite
grandparent
B.W.
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Embraced
by
Norman Mears,
Lauren Rhodes, &
Hannah Ottenfeld
heavy rain
beating the rhythm
outside my window
finding passion
in it’s tranquility
-nm
sun rays
beat down
with a sniper like range
like an egg frying
she is brown around the edges
- LR
foggy mornings
beating the rush
of cars and kids
on their way to school
just another day of surviving
-hro
thinking of ways to explain
why I am always late
the yellow bus stops
delaying again
my early departure
-nm
as the ant
makes it way back
to the sidewalk crack
she hurries by
all the while leaves, cling on for dear life
- LR
the wind blows harshly
whipping against my cheeks
as i cross the bustling street
my bones are frozen
home never sounded so sweet
-hro
sitting inside the cafe
aroma of crushed coffee beans
filling the air
the chill from the open door
piercing my neck
-nm
the still waters
reach his ankles
gulps of fresh air
to fill the silence
he cast his line
- LR
all fear is gone
as we step onto the dock
staring out on the lake
a family of minnows
swim beneath our feet
-hro
in his sweatshirt
her body is hidden
sleeves too long for tiny arms
doing what she can
to stay awake
-nm
sleep dusted eyelids
worn out to dry
on a empty stomach
she starves off sleep
no rest, there be more miles to go
-LR
alarm clock twinkling
the cold air tickles her feet
itching her to get up
she feels his arms wound tighter around her waist
ten more blissful minutes
-hro
knowing this will be
the last time they see each other
her heart starts beating faster
with much anticipation
for his last kiss
-nm
supple pink-pale lips
sweet nothings whispered into her ear
raised neck hairs, like a child that's been caught
embraced, standing in the middle of the room
she has never felt so alone
- LR
she smears on lipstick
one last look in the mirror
or two
practicing for the boy
who was looking the other way
- hro
in her mind
again
the fear of rejection
wanting to be loved
for the very first time
-nm
foggy mirror, from the night before
pins and needles
4 clicks, no more and no less
note on the mirror says I love you
her crooked smile says otherwise
- LR
i don't remember last night
claim the words on the screen
meanwhile she
can remember it all
down to the color of his lipstick
-hro
tears from her eyes
burning her fragile skin
in the strong breeze
wanting more than ever
the comforts of home
-nm
coffee gone stale
leftover pizza, god knows when
When did we get a cat?
he's waiting for her
stress can wait till morrow
- LR
alone
in good company
embraced
by solitude
the rain is a lullaby
-hro
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