Place
Writing
Disconnect
By Samiya RasheedMy mother mourns leaving her own country so deeply it runs through her veins into mine. Bangladesh is what she knows and what she loves. She spends her time showing me her culture: spinning through dances, running through poetry, and wading through history.
Hawaiian Paradise
By Daria Le GrandThe sky gleamed a radiant blend of colors which reflected on the glassy ocean. The aroma of varieties of flowers fresh from the fields lingered in the air.
A Spectacular View
By Leslie GoodwinA cool breeze shuffled my hair, causing deep chestnut strands to tangle in my eye lashes. As my purse swung loosely at my hip, I slowly lifted my hand to shield my defenseless eyes against the brilliant sun. I exhaled deeply, letting the awe and amazement settle in the pit of my stomach.
Guatemala
By Brooke StanleyBumping the van, our holey road twists
onto the dark side of each mountain,
drawing us into night and the nervousness
of a stranger at the wheel in an unfamiliar place.
The stars are swallowed, the moon gone
The Climbing Tree
By Ann E. McleanThe Ponderosa Pines hunched ponderously,
Their convoluted gestures frozen
With dry, rasping limbs in stages of vexation
And narrow forearms lifted high
In savored moments of exalted epiphany.
My brother and I climbed the questions
The Neverending Adventure
By Tyler JosephAt the sparkling lake,
from the early morning sunrise.
With boats at high speed ,
with skiers behind them.
From the bright early mornings,
to the beautiful horizon of the evening.
The lake is an emotion
that sparks smiles all around.
Glass Half Full
By Helen PengThe appeal of the beach is different
For everyone who visits.
Some venture deep into the water,
Their heads bobbing above and below the surface
Of the bittersweet saltwater.
Perhaps they crave adventure,
Letting the waves envelope their bodies,
Pieces of My Heart
By AnonymousSince the first breath of life,
one adventure to the next,
I can only reflect back in fondness
to the scattered pieces of my heart.
Patchwork of Places
By Catherine StrayhallThe losses we experience
The victories we achieve…
They become intertwined
With the places we inhabit
As we go about our lives.
Meaning and memory tie us to these places
So that even when we leave somewhere,
Where I Belong
By Lauren KellerI was once told that we must take adventures to know where we truly belong, meaning that we have to search to find the perfect place for ourselves. I do not necessarily agree or disagree with this statement.
Available Space
By Faith FreemanPlace: noun, defined as a portion of space available or designated for or being used by someone; i.e. one’s spot at the table, or if you think like me, one’s place in this world.