Humane Enchantment
CJ Melroy
The radiating sun plants itself in her smile,
Draws all kinds of people into her orbit,
The bruised and broken revolve around her,
Heat from her bright beams heals their damaged parts,
This is her magic.
Thought Filter
Zoey Evans
I am a filter
of thoughts. The bitter sass of self-hatred
clings to my sides
like coffee grounds as I pour the water
of truth into others’ minds.
Absorbing toxic images
out of their brain
and replacing them with joyful memories.
I am a friend in the hard times.
Whether negativity is spoken or thought,
it creates a tunnel
connecting our brain trains.
Their pain echoes and fades
as I read their minds.
Brutal Honesty
Sara Lundeen
I do not dole out opinions and advice
lightly. Truthfulness not heeded
hunts and haunts the receiver’s consciousness,
induces nightmares until they embrace
the magic of my brutal honesty.
Spoken Magic
Hope Anderson
My magic is my voice.
It lets me speak to unspeakable things.
Bailey and I bark conversations.
We gossip about our mail man
over bowls of cereal and kibble.
After breakfast, Bailey pushes me
out the door to the park.
There, we play catch.
I chat with the grass and wind.
Home again, I jump on my bed, lay down,
fall asleep to the voice of my pillow.
Fox Magic
Abbi Fox
The Fox’s magic is intriguing, astonishing.
Her magic is to be beautiful, strong, a lady, more.
To see the Fox’s magic, you must look, consider the real.
Once you hear the tale of the one who changes,
your belief will be hard to conceal.
Not until you’ve seen the Fox change, become
her natural self, will you believe.
Weather Awakening
Abby Waldo
I walk with change.
I have firefly eyes and hurricane curls.
I bring the angered storm,
the warm, sweet sunshine,
The soft tapping rain
and the strong blowing wind.
Sometimes I bring thunder before I’ve had my coffee.
It follows wherever I go,
The feeling in my soul
Erupts in the sky,
In the air.
Heat rises in a room
When someone smiles in my direction,
Frost crystallizes on walls
With a single glare.
There are days when it just rains
But with a smile, a touch of the hand,
A hello,
The clouds part again.
The Buzzcut
Gina Keplinger
My buzzcut is the magic, quick talisman touch,
frenetic fade, silver crop of un-curls grown
in any weather. When corn or sorghum is shorn
by drought’s indiscriminate talons, wheat fields
felled by flood’s axe, entire cities survive on
absence—townspeople brush my sandpaper scalp.
By every improbability, we break into bloom.
Magic Music
Natalie Malcom
Walking past a street piano, they beg me to play.
I reluctantly agree, wait for them to close their eyes,
Find the place in their minds.
I play. Out of the corners of my eyes, I see them
slowly disappear, dissipate into thin air.
I don’t know where they go, but I can wonder.
I wonder if they visit past, present, future.
I remain in the music, happy.
When the song comes to a close, they appear again
Unvanished. Some smile, some sparkle like tears.
Some have closed eyes, others wide open.
This is my magic.
The Wink
Liz Meyers
The freckle in my left eye sparkles
Suddenly the man before me starts changing
He begins crippling to the ground, melting into nothing but water
Washing him down the drain of the alley
Unable to withstand my magic
Love Trip
Aly Lunsford
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
made Ryan Reynolds fall for Blake Lively,
made Kanye love Kanye.
My best friend was a dock on the water, fell for a hurricane.
My magic broke them.
I’m the green light for victims sitting on their roofs, waiting
For their Daisy Buchanan
Magic Hugs
Jacey Kent
My hugs cure cancer, rearrange the stars, pull the moon and tide, make the sun rise.
My hugs are diamonds. I give them to those in the rough.
I unmagic myself by keeping hugs in my socks. They begin to stink.
Hugs should never be stored. They need sunlight to grow.
Hugs dig their roots in deep, hold on tight.
Fluorescent Magic
Delaney Ham
Always knowing what to say is my magic.
Radiating in optimism, illuminating with kindness,
my positivity, luminescent. I make people open
like glow sticks, light bursting out of them.
They shine like fireflies through the darkness.
Changing Emotion
Liv O’Clair
Lay across
my chipping
peeling
couch of
feeling.
Tell me
your darkest
secrets, your
biggest fears.
Tell me
about the time
you rode
your bike five
miles into
the corn and
wheat fields
because you
were trying to
catch the moon
for the girl you loved.
Tell me
how she
only wanted the sun.
I will listen.
Then my whispers
will wrap you
in layers of gentle
magic.
Sensitive understanding.
I will lull
you to sleep,
and tiptoe
into your emotions.
Feel the worry ease
away as I toggle
with the control
board of your pain.
I am your captain as
we maneuver in
clear skies and
dry eyes. I
promise my
emotional influence
will not fall
flat, then
wake and feel
comfort.