May 30

Where I’m From by Teddy Edmonds

I am from the second and the first

The Edwards from which I descend

Birthed by clementines dispersed,

Eaten and enjoyed in portions that depended

Upended by thoughts of despair,

Anxiety Passed down generations

Generations of which I am the heir

 

I come from ideas so passionate

Passion in fields differing

In sports organizations of Pitt

West Virginia and all I find alluring

Fields of mind like psychology

Fields you find like space and geography

Fields of ever growing ever lasting knowledge

Like fields of growing flowers 

Of blooming interests, hobbies on pathways to college

 

From Wild and Wonderful

The winding roads of my Mountain Mama

I’m from the laughs of Mama Em

Mama Em who meandered through her Mountain Mama 

I come from Myrna and Sandra

Mom mom and Nana

From Nana’s mama Maw Maw

My birthday buddy from my goo goo’s

Ga ga’s and blabbering Obama

 

I’m from music

From hit the road jack as a kid

To Prince, Michael, and Queen

From the moments I spent with my family

Whether they’re here or departed

They’re held dear and never discarded

Just like fleetwood

I will never break the chain

I’m from the decisions of those passed

From their anguish and pain

Their success and their nurture

I am from legacies not to be left in vain

I borrow from them the culture

I borrow the lost time

And take hold of the future

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May 28

Consequence of Change by Ben Molloy

I used to pray for you to change, 

to wish for what we once had.

 

I spent years chasing that one summer, 

but now I’m starting to realize,

 

People change.

 

And time was never meant to move backward.

It only moves forward, pulling us further and further apart.

 

I know we’ll never be the same again, 

but I just hope that one day, 

I won’t care that we won’t.

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May 27

Salar de Uyuni by Basiah Bryant

As the Moon shows her cheeks

And the Sun hides his face

The ground comes alive

Into mellow bouncing solace

As the skies paint the ground

And the whole world shown upside down We fall and lay

To admire the setting of rain’s forte.

The colors bounce

The lights dance

The floor billows

And the clouds speak

The ground stretches

The surface disappears

And the clouds say

“Come this way”

We chase the clouds because we ca

We run across air because land is nowhere We run for oblivion because destinations are gone We touch the sky because the sky’s on our knees

However, we realize

As the Sun sinks away

And the clouds change their souls

And break away from our pulse

That we never were connected

And the clouds were not below

And the horizon was not infinite

And the land nor in neverland

The ground is life, a lie if you may

It gives false comfort in times of desperation. It steals reality and morphs and twists

And turns the land of Salar into mist

However, as the moon rises above and below And smiles with her bright blemished cheeks She reminds of us

the other side

Which we know is the side

the sky repeats

Infinitely.

The yin and yang of life

The reflection of sides to sides

The Serenity Sun

The Monument Moon

When opposites meet, they intertwine into one. As seen and said

On Uyunis level home

After looking above and below

And seeing both are the same.

We know now, life is neither true nor false. She is a mystery and a harmony

A distortion but a beauty

A confusion but a safespace

A safespace of her comfort

A Salar de Uyuni…

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May 20

The Hummingbird by Nalinsouda Thongdygnarath

Once upon a shiny day, I sit on a tiny hay 

With the purpose to sunbathe, but I got a not so fun-scathe 

I felt the rays, with a floral spray 

When I saw all the greenery, I thought what a beautiful scenery! 

 Suddenly, I heard a tew-tew-tew 

 

The hay feels sharp, but Im hearing a harp 

Now suddenly the sky turns dark, and its yelling a bark 

The air is humid and now I feel stupid 

Because im outside feeling sticky and I want to go inside quickly 

 I hear a THUM THUM THUM 

 

At great haste, I see a dark figure at face 

It sits on a tree branch, which has me in a trance 

Immediately I feel a shiver going up my spine, I quickly think its a sign

I must get out of this nightmare because I would love to be anywhere 

 At this moment, I feel a WHOOSHH 

 

It whips around me and I scream “LEAVE ME BE” 

My arms flare around, but it got me on the ground 

My eyes are closed and in an instant, my body dozed 

I open with light in my eyes, while facing the now blue-ish skies 

 I feel the wind messing with my hair 

 

I get up and start to cry 

I see my cousin run up to me and ask me “why?” 

I say “A dark figure attacked me and I just blacked out!” 

She says “What dark figure?” 

I say, “I don’t know, it was like a trigger” 

 I look at the tree branch 

 

Where the figure was once placed, but my mouth is displaced 

I see a little bird that sounds like a harp and my cousin looks at me sharp “THAT’S WHAT ATTACKED YOU?” she yells. 

She lays back and starts to laugh 

My face red and I want to fled 

 The not so dark figure doesn’t look so disfigured.

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May 17

Don’t Let Me Drown by Matthew O’Hara

Cold winds won’t stop being blown

I sit here with my thoughts, all alone

While you all were at the diner 

I was stuck writing one-liners

With the industry’s axe chasing me ‘round

 

So don’t let me drown, don’t let me drown

Into this never ending river

Where my whole body always quivers

Don’t let me drown, don’t let me drown

Your deafness has driven me to places anew

I’m falling deeper in this haze of blue

 

I look like the Old Guitar

After I play while smoking cigars

The water flows in crazy streams

In endless haunting screams

Pulling me in, pulling me under from the rock

 

So don’t let me drown, don’t let me drown

Into this never ending river

Where my whole body always quivers

Don’t let me drown, don’t let me drown

Your deafness has driven me to places anew

I’m falling deeper in this haze of blue

 

Like a story untold

My hearts and blood’ve shifted thousand degrees too cold

So take this one to The Bird

After it all goes unheard

Make sure my temperature is told to the world

 

But don’t let me drown, don’t let me drown

Into this never ending river

Where my whole body always quivers

Don’t let me drown, don’t let me drown

Your deafness has driven me to places anew

I’m falling deeper in this haze of blue

 

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May 15

My Beloved Forever by Ihanna Arceneaux

Forever? My forever? 16 years of age–forever? It feels like it’s been forever already. But what does forever really feel like? It’s timeless, just like You, Yahweh. It has no end. Eternal? Yeah, eternal! Your love transcends every second, every minute, every hour. You breathed your breath into my lungs and gave me life. You knew me before I even knew myself. You knit me together in my mother’s womb. Do I even know my 16, almost 17 self now? I don’t know, but I know you know. You’re omniscient: all knowing. 

I stumble, I fall; although I was a lamb to the slaughter, you saved me. I was the one apart from the 99 and you rescued me. You’re always there, Abba, always there. Always present, yeah always present. 

This life will pass by like the blink of an eye. Even when I return to the dirt, your love will always remain. You will always remain. 

The sun, moon, and stars will fade, but You are my light upon the hill. Always shining, forever radiant. 

Yahweh, You are my forever. 

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May 11

Puppet by Karan Singh

Stuff my skin with cotton. 

Fabricate me until I fill up completely My body is empty, 

So load it up with fables and lies. 

Turn me into your stuffed animal, 

And keep me perched on your bed. Use me at night, 

Then forget about me during the day. Make me into a pillow, 

And lay yourself to rest upon me. 

Use me to comfort yourself, 

While I bear the weight of your body All night long. 

I have given myself up 

To your needs. 

Turn me into the person you perceive me as. Mold me into the being you could never be.

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May 9

Little Devils by Matthew O’Hara

Time was inching closer to 4:30 on the track, as the squirrels in the trees chirped the seconds by, but Coach Smith and Coach Amscot still weren’t there. Eventually, Reid rallied everyone together.

“Alrighty everyone, so obviously Coach Smith is at his kid’s meet, and Coach Amscot’s got work. So, I’m in charge,” Reid said.

“Great,” muttered Skylar. She was one of the best girls.

Adrian was feeling very sore, wondering what today’s practice would consist of. It wouldn’t be a workout since they just had one yesterday. Adrian didn’t even want to run at all. Maybe since both coaches weren’t there, Reid would give the team the day off? Or perhaps they could do something like plyometrics.

“Alrighty, Coach texted me the plan for the day. It’s gonna just be 40 minutes on the trail for everyone.”

Then, Adrian realized there was a solution. There was an elliptical bike that they could use whenever someone was rehabbing or injured. This would be perfect. Just the amount of work Adrian wanted to put into his run today, all while going extremely fast along the trail. The elliptical bike was slick and smooth and could go much faster than some of the other bikes on the trail could.

As people started to leave, and watches started beeping, Adrian asked Reid, “Hey, can I ride the Elliptigo today”?

“No, Coach isn’t letting me let anyone ride it. And why do you need it anyway? You should be setting a standard.”

“I’m feeling a little sore, and I still want to do something today. What’s your proof that no one can ride it?”

“Right here.” Reid flashed him his phone with an explicit message from Coach Amscot that told Reid the plan for the day, and to not let anyone ride the elliptical bike.

“Don’t you think I could just use it this one day?”

“No, now get going.” Reid then left with Carter onto the trail. Reid and Carter both had bright, flashy, brand new running shoes that barely touched the pavement. Adrian still had his old and worn down pair from last spring, as his parents had said they would get him some new ones for Christmas.

Adrian didn’t want to have any of this. He then saw Skylar walking to get ready to go.

“You’re really thinking about doing it, aren’t you?”

Adrian didn’t say anything.

“Okay, I’m not gonna stop you, but you know Reid’s gonna be pissed.” Skylar then left with all of the girls on the team.

“Sure he is.” Adrian watched as Skylar and all the girls ran off. He watched the strength and muscle of their calves pounding against the pavement. The sensation of Advil and Icy-Hot were radiating towards Adrian. Seeing them run in unison. Realizing how much it would hurt.
Skylar looked back and rolled her eyes. Now that no one was there, Adrian grabbed the elliptical bike that was sitting on the wall next to the bathroom area, hopped on it, and left the school. He didn’t grab the helmet because he didn’t think he’d need it.

Adrian flew down the gravel path of the trail at a very rapid pace. The trail was narrow and secluded. It was in the middle of the woods. Every now and then, there would be a sign of a neighborhood, but it was mostly woods. Adrian flew past bikers and even people on his team. He could hear some “huhs” and “Who’s that?”’s, but he didn’t care. Humans were like little blurred lines, just fading past Adrian, giving him power. Eventually, he saw Reid and Carter, just getting ready to turn back around and go back to the school. They saw him flying by, and he could hear Reid yelling.

“Adrian…ADRIAN. GET THE HELL OFF THE ELLIPTIGO RIGHT NOW!”

Adrian didn’t care, as again, he was having fun passing people and going fast. Eventually, he hit fifteen minutes and turned back around. This is where he would pick it up even more. The bike was going 25 miles per hour, and he had just passed the last neighborhood on the trail. It was all woods from here to the school. He could hear woodpeckers for a second, then they would fade away. He saw one squirrel and brushed it off. Adrian did think about it for a little bit longer. He could hear the chirping and see the acorns being taken. Adrian had been afraid of squirrels since he was a little kid. The closer he got to school, the more squirrels he saw and heard, and the faster he was going. This made him even more paranoid, and he started to think about the squirrels more and more.

Adrian started going downhill. He was picking up speed, when out of the blue, a weird brown blur crossed out onto the trail. It was a squirrel. Adrian screamed in as high of a pitch as he could muster. He slammed on the brakes; however, he slammed them too hard. He rammed into the handlebars. Adrian couldn’t even know what was going on, but the minute he hit them, he was flipped over, and he landed straight on his legs, doing a summersault in the process. He was dazed and confused and needed help.

“Help, somebody, help.” Adrian kept yelling this until a biker pulled aside, hoisted him up onto his bike, and took him back to the school, taking the elliptical bike with them. When they arrived, everyone was either in shock, or not surprised at all.

“So, what happened?” Reid asked, with a sense of sarcasm and karma in his voice.

“I flipped over the handlebars”.

“How on Earth do you flip over the handlebars?” Skylar questioned.

“I got scared of a squirrel.”

“You’re scared of squirrels? That’s so pathetic.”
Skylar and her friends all laughed at Adrian. After everyone had left and it was just him and Reid walking to the athletic trainer, the two started talking.

“Look Reid, I should’ve listened to you and…”

“Now you know who to listen to, and what little devils squirrels are. And, you’re not as good as you think.”
The two walked to the trainer’s office and waited for Adrian’s parents to arrive. •