Vacation by Rita Dove I love the hour before takeoff, that stretch of no time, no home but the gray vinyl seats linked like unfolding paper dolls. Soon we shall be summoned to the gate, soon enough there’ll be the clumsy procedure of row numbers and perforated stubs—but for now I can look at Read more…
Cloudy Days I remember the clouds on that day being especially low in the sky. Pressing down, covering the little world I knew with an ashy gray. The trees rustling in the distance disrupted the silence fogging up the football field. The warm uncut grass itched my skin as we sat there with our Read more…
At the classroom desks, before the
teacher comes, you exaggerate
your bland day,
tired, and how you took three tests
with no sleep and no caffeine.
Athenian hoplites, heavily armed foot soldiers of ancient Greece, marched with dignity and pride resting on their shoulders towards the battle that changed the ancient world – the Battle of Marathon.
A Wish’s Journey It starts with a shiny penny plunging through the fountain. It continues with the quick flick of a fallen eyelash. Next it’s blown and travels the air from a dandelion, And it blossoms when met with a shooting star’s dashing flash. It is dazzled when encountered by a simple wishbone. Read more…
