The fish

The FishBy Elizabeth BishopI caught a tremendous fishand held him beside the boathalf out of water, with my hookfast in a corner of his mouth.He didn’t fight.He hadn’t fought at all.He hung a grunting weight,battered and venerableand homely. Here and therehis brown skin hung in stripslike ancient wallpaper,and its pattern of darker brownwas like wallpaper:shapesContinue reading “The fish”

Life is now

Life is now. By Hollianne Boucher Time flies and memories fade.People change and new friendships are made.Only the true remain forever at our side.Eventually the disappointment and pain will subside. It is all about the journey and what has yet to come.Life is what you make of it; you are what you’ve become.Life is tooContinue reading “Life is now”

You will never see me fall

You Will Never See Me FallBY JOYCE ALCANTARAYou may see me struggle,but you won’t see me fall.Regardless if I’m weak or not,I’m going to stand tall.Everyone says life is easy,but truly living it is not.Times get hard,people struggleand constantly get put on the spot.I’m going to wear the biggest smile,even though I want to cry.I’mContinue reading “You will never see me fall”

It couldn’t be done

It Couldn’t Be DoneBY EDGAR GUESTSomebody said that it couldn’t be done But he with a chuckle repliedThat “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it.He started to singContinue reading “It couldn’t be done”

Human family

Human FamilyBY MAYA ANGELOUI note the obvious differencesin the human family.Some of us are serious,some thrive on comedy.Some declare their lives are livedas true profundity,and others claim they really livethe real reality.The variety of our skin tonescan confuse, bemuse, delight,brown and pink and beige and purple,tan and blue and white.I’ve sailed upon the seven seasandContinue reading “Human family”

If mama could see

if mama / could see]BY LUCILLE CLIFTONif mamacould seeshe would see lucy sprawling limbs of lucydecorating thebacks of chairslucy hairholding the mirrors up that reflect odd aspects of lucy.if mamacould hearshe would hearlucysong rolled in thecorners like lintexotic webs of lucysighslong lucy spiders explaining to obscure gods.if mamacould talkshe would talkgood girl good girl goodContinue reading “If mama could see”