Read Select Works From Symposium Students!
"My Morning Glory" by Samhita Kashyap The chirping birds coax me to sleep For not the first nor the last time. With the silent rising comes the awakening. The crack in the blinds lets in The slimmest stripes of a fuchsia sunrise. Out the window lies the flimsy arbor Supporting vines and budding deep purple bulbs. Tendrils of fear pervades my thoughts As I become unsafe in a reality That exists in my mind. State of mind Dictates the world where feet in the earth Instead stand on hot pebbles. Where do I go if not a path Of stone slabs dug in clay. Found in the purples and pink skies Streaked with gray lies the future, an afterglow. A frightening horizon to reluctantly face I wrap myself in sincere smiles Of hypothetical happiness. Maybe it could be real. “A picture,” she says, “My morning glory in front of my morning glories.” _____________________________________________________________________________________ "No, Not Really." by Stella Risinger Am I ...