Poems created in our Creative Writing workshops

the day before we moved

by Olivia, 2008

the living room window was

not the way out, or was it?

his old wings crunch glass

and the robin thuds grass.

p.s.  I hid red gems

in each bedroom wall

Loss of Oneself

by Thais, 2008

They say I don’t remember,

That I don’t remember a thing after she died

That the trauma took over my body

but I say not only my body,

Instead it took my heart, my mind, myself, away.

It left me cold, frozen, buried.

And soon I was the one six feet under instead of you.

In a Ugandan Rain Forest

by Kat, 2008

Here, symphonious with you

In a Ugandan Rain Forest

this potpourri of possibility

floppy-running

play-trumpeting

start and stop and go around

my love for you

avoiding speciesism.

I am a human yardstick

of my devotion:

notch by notch

inch by inch,

you carve your Five Selves into me,

Rattling the cage.

No matter did it before that you were

Unconscionably Late

your utter arbitrariness,

this extreme disparity,

robbing me of bodily liberty.

I said to you stay

I said Sign Better

Using referential communication.

No more seed-extraction

No more plucking pieces of my soul away.

So here, right now,

In this Ugandan Rain Forest

I say

No Entry

No More

Here is where I draw my line.