Good Life by Stephanie Lane

Good Life  

Spring comes fast and the sun shines bright
I look around and my green eyes have hope
and for one day the world is how it should be
We walk by the newly blooming flowers and hear the birds chirp
Wiping away the harsh winter cold, the beautiful day shows promise
I feel the possibility of new life, new hopes, new love, new beginning
I smile deep in my thoughts and quickly breathe in the fresh air surrounding me
I’m lost in the blue sky and my racing heart as I take your hand
We lie down and look up at the clouds as we feel the warmth on our skin
Innocent memory ensues
And we have this moment to treasure
Before the world gets complicated and one day becomes the next
Before we know pain and hurt of a world without spring...
His eyes look quick and catch mine and I see his smile like never before
For the first time we breathe right
And for the first time we understand the meaning of a good life

----Stephanie Lane  (Spring 2014)

After The Rain by Kimberly Pavlovich

once,
in late August,
you were in that part of the forest
where the trees are so close together
in spots
that their branches intertwine
and it started to rain
rushing through the leaves
colring your hair dark as ink
seeping into your shirt
your shoes two cold lakes
sinking into moss
and stumbling over roots and stones
water blurring your vision
laughing as you finally reached the cabin
but it had already stopped raining
standing on the steps, shivering
you took in the deep green surroundings
breathing in the clean, earthy scent of wet leaves,
pine, and soil
you felt alive
you remember now
you carry the woods in your bones.

Rendition

Awakened in a far off country

A country with stone floors, veined and worn,

Born again out of the blood dark sea

Nothing betrayed, signed off on, or sworn.

Enfogged in a far off country

Merged in a nightmare’s mechanism

Faith forgotten and senses airy,

Swimming silence to a steady thrum.

Imprisoned in a far off country

Waiting for the arch inquisitor

To come, the turn of the correct key,

The screech, the frantic screech of the door.

Caressed in a far off country

Each day explained; existence revives

To a calm voice, a singular plea.

Needs must, they say, when the devil drives.

--Dennis Daly

Poem from Audrey Koke /// Spring 2014

Nourishing oranges scattered,

Upon pond ice,

Carelessly chucked they find

Random placement

Amongst mandarin brethren

Is there any victory?

Fruit spoils as sun transforms:

...Solid into soil. 

*** Audrey Koke is a librarian at Endicott College.