March Featured Pieces
The Father, The Son, and the Holy Goose by Deirdre Cunniffe
“Do geese see God” Spelled backwards Is still “do geese see God” I think it might be off putting If you were to walk into church on a Sunday Dragging your feet in dress shoes, That your mother made you wear And you sat down Next to a goose. Could a goose perform the Sign of The Cross? Lifting its wing and bowing its head Murmuring The Father, The Son, The Holy Spirit Without any meaning How do you wish peace upon a goose In the eyes of God When they have no hand to shake awkwardly, While you both wonder how much more time is left in Mass. (about 30 minutes, depending on the speed of the communion). And when you stand to follow the clergy out of the chapel Placing red hymnals in their spots on the backs of the pews You both have a set of footsteps Girl and Goose Leaving a house of God Perhaps wondering what the other was praying for Do geese see God? do Geese see goD? "Overgrowth", Katelyn Wang
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"Chilly Morning on a Mountain Lake", Jewel Wallace
To Something That Will Never Become a Child by Teagan Posey
Come morning light, you will be gone forever, Another idea lost to the spinning sky. Your heartbeat will fade into oblivion, And I will be left here alone. You are the truest culmination I see, Of every mistake that I have ever made. Just another sin, seared with rage into flesh, By the hands of my restless peers. But they will never know the pain that I feel, Looking down at you now, so small and so warm, Knowing that in mere seconds, that pulse will fade, An olive pip, ground into dust. And while I will not cry, or tremble, or mourn, For a moment I will allow myself this: A consideration of what could have been, If you would’ve grown beside me. I think you would have champagne hair, The type that shines when it falls into a sunbeam. And your eyes would glitter like stars, A beacon of light in this terrible world. And I think you would be happy. God, I wish this was a time where I could make you happy. |