Shorter University's student-produced literary magazine since 1879.
Resting against a pine tree
a soft spring breeze passes by
And tickles my cheek
The blanket of pine-straw
Doesn’t protect me from the moisture
Of a winter-long rain
A Bible lies open on my lap, pages fanned by the wind
And the mossy turtle displaces a chunk of lichen
As he moves on to the grass behind his rock.
There are stars in the sky
Lined up in rows
In one, I spy a woman taking off her clothes
In another, there is a couple shouting out their woes
When did the stars become so narrow?
When did they fall in line?
What exactly are they climbing to?
-that red blinking light in the sky!
I miss the hunter;
I miss the bears;
I miss the dogs-
How they bite and tear.
Crabs, Bulls, and Dragons (oh my!)
Dying twins- heroes of old.
Stories etched in the sky itself
Erase them!
Erase them well
Fill the sky with senseless human greed
As if that is all we need.