Creative Corner

Here in Another Time

There are many mundane places

that are mere

passing points.

Where many come and go

and few stay for long.

In these places,

time is different.

It feels wrong

somehow.

Hospital waiting rooms,

Empty schools,

Public restrooms,

And park benches.

Simple and sturdy,

they offer respite

to those faithful wanderers

and those just finding their way.

How many children

have balanced on its edges?

How many young men

knelt and surprised their lovers?

How many unfortunate souls

slept under old pages?

What strange folk

passed by?

Here

in another time.

-Megan Wright

into the garden

by: stephanie picazzo

the streets of Venice, filled with tourists

causes my mind to drift

my legs carrying me wherever they please

i stumble into a garden,

a grey shed slightly ajar and

a silver shovel covered in dirt

green plants burgeon through the floor

beautiful flowers painting the grass

as the sun’s rays glisten

light delicate clouds waltz in the sky

reflecting on the blue koi pond

dancing with the life of golden orfes

i sit under a growing tree

admiring the beauty that is earth