The Secret Place

Submitted by Anna on Mon, 04/07/2008 - 23:33

Let us rule in places fair
Come along, the road is wide.
Our hearts are brave, our cloaks are made,
Our horses saddled; wave goodbye.

Let me take you far away
I’ll bear you to the stars.
We’ll travel by a road of rainbows
Paved by morning dawn.

Roses then will be our guides,
Clouds our beds for sleep,
Trees and sky our closest friends,
If you just follow me.

A world of stories lies beyond
Songs rise on the wind.
I’d much rather fly then walk-
Will you fly too, my friend?

March madness

Submitted by Christa on Mon, 04/07/2008 - 21:37

De-FENCE! De-FENCE!
My overworked brain chants silently
So loudly I wonder if the crowd can hear me
The expert panel is not amused
By my internal perfidy
I’m the bulls-eye and they the darts
With questions they proceed to stick me
Stung so long I start to feel numb
One question, in particular,
Drones on and on
So long I start to daydream
Why does this take so long?
Silence booms, I wake with a start
Repeat the question please?
And then my lips are somehow answering

Moving x 6

Submitted by Heather on Mon, 04/07/2008 - 19:18

Before, I'd never remembered moving with excitement. I was too young to remember the move from Kansas, my birth-state, to Nebraska. I've only heard stories of the move from Nebraska to Texas, with my two-week-old baby brother squalling because he didn't like his carseat. I faintly remember having to give up favorite stuffed animals to a box for the move across town in Amarillo, Texas.

"With His Shield or On It" Chapter Three: The Venom

Submitted by Elizabeth on Mon, 04/07/2008 - 17:55

Despite the rain from the night before the sky was still a dusty, dirty blue color and the air was hot. The stone that the men walked upon was also hot, so if one stumbled, it burned their hands. No talk was exchanged between Menegal and Golwitch that day or for the next four, for they were too weary.
On the fifth day up the mountain, the water was gone and no spring was to be found. The men were weakened by the lack of water. Menegal, being the younger of he and Golwitch, leaned on his friend during the march.

A Parable

Submitted by Roxanna on Sun, 04/06/2008 - 22:11

Years and years ago, in a far away place, lived a man who was good and kind. He was very well off, but always gave help to those who asked for it. His neighbors loved him for his gracious ways and complete lack of selfishness. Whenever their children were sick, he took them into his house and nursed them back to health. If their houses burnt down, he replaced everything from his own estate. If they were sad, he held them and comforted them until they felt they could face life again.

Golden Days and Golden Nights

Submitted by Devangi on Sun, 04/06/2008 - 13:33

I once wanted a dream
I wanted it fulfilled
A tower of money
At my feet.

A great many servants
A huge palace
I only wanted
Golden days and Golden Nights.

I remember those days
When I pretended to be
A fairy or a princess
With royalty in my kin.

But what I got was
The half of a burger
Forget about royalty
I don't have any kin.

What laughable days
They now seem
I can't believe
I used to imagine those things.

Golden Days and Golden Nights

Submitted by Devangi on Sun, 04/06/2008 - 13:32

I once wanted a dream
I wanted it fulfilled
A tower of money
At my feet.

A great many servants
A huge palace
I only wanted
Golden days and Golden Nights.

I remember those days
When I pretended to be
A fairy or a princess
With royalty in my kin.

But what I got was
The half of a burger
Forget about royalty
I don't have any kin.

What laughable days
They now seem
I can't believe
I used to imagine those things.

Friday

Submitted by Ben on Sun, 04/06/2008 - 05:09
Today I drove to Somerville in the rain. It was no use looking for parking spots in the metered lot near Davis Square. No room, I thought, Never mind. I only have five quarters with me anyway. I drove down Willow Street where there is free parking along the side of the road and found a place beside the great trunk of a water-stained willow. With my leather bag swung across my shoulder, I began the journey through the drizzling rain.

Chapter Four

Submitted by Amy on Fri, 04/04/2008 - 22:46
I stood dazedly in the airport, grasping my luggage. I watched people rush purposefully and frantically by while I looked on dumbly.

I tried to make sense of the signs and arrows directing me in (what seemed to be) conflicting ways. Eventually I thought I had it sorted out. I took a deep breath and plunged into the chaos. After several tries I succeed in getting out of the airport, on a ‘bus and going at least in the general direction of the college.