The Study
— Sean Johnson
Hidden deep within the drawers,
in the desk of my grandfather’s study,
underneath memoirs and unfinished work,
was a skeleton key lifetimes old.
What was its purpose,
and what did it open?
Could it have opened a door that guarded knowledge,
preserved inside a museum?
Perhaps it went to a gate in a garden,
to keep the roses safe.
Or, was it a key
to a parallel universe?
Whatever it went to,
whatever it opened,
I fear that the truth is long gone.
For nothing is stronger than Father time,
and nothing can escape its fate.
Only this weathered key and the magic it contained,
was all that remained of its true creation.
For the door this key belonged to,
is rotted by time and buried with secrets.
Sean Johnson is currently a student of Lansing Community College. My bio: I am from Tennessee, I love to write, paint, and do photography. I am currently a student of Rosalie Petrouske and am enrolled in her creative writing class.
Drive
-Susan Craft
I was born to drive.
Music kissing senses
hands clenching wheel
efforts to grasp something
that does not leave, does not lie.
Strong foot to pedal
lost eyes to nowhere
glazed wanderer seeking purity,
traveling, dreaming, losing.
Lights slowly whisper, “Come”
song on the stereo sings,
“Go get some more”
some more…
there is plenty, where I’m going.
Highway winds tangle my loose hair
finding glimpses of freedom
along these muddy roads.
a love affair like no other
Until the gas runs dry.
I am a student of Rosalie Petrouske, in her Creative Writing class at LCC. I have been writing poems since I was a teenager, so it’s been about 20 years. I love the art of poetry. I love the way it represents the truth. I also have more poems of mine, on my Facebook page. Have a great day, and enjoy Poetry Month!
Flint Died With The Smoking Ban
-Lucas LaLonde
Two Up
To GO
This is Home
Cumin and Onions
Mystery meat
samplers
skipped hearts,
drowned kidneys
secret spices
Burnt midnight coffee
all in the same
fired brown mugs
The man alone
in the corner.
Is he a vagrant?
or is he a
Writer?
Shouldn’t he be at a bar?
Where did they go?
our
Old Gold
Gods
Pall Mall
Priests
(poets)
We wait for,
2 A.M.
Lucas LaLonde is from Flint and lives in Lansing with his partner and an obese cat. He studies English at Olivet College and is looking to pursue an MFA in Creative Writing within the next two years.
