BY LAUREL PATTERSON
The field is lush and vibrant near my house
Where daisies, black-eyed Susans, asters bloom.
And crickets, hoppers, little toad, field mouse
Live nurtured in comforting sheltered womb.
Inside of nature fields know what to do
With gentle breeze, sun’s warmth and honey bee.
They share with us their beauty to renew
And daily add to health and sanity.
So many have a lawn with manicure
That never knows the joy of giving seed.
It’s conquered, cut, enslaved for civic pure,
A waste of earth in crew-cut green indeed.
The earth and we are like our lawn or field.
We’re chopped and dry or give lush fertile yield.
MEXICAN OF AMERICA
BY VIBIANA APARICIO-CHAMBERLIN
Mestizo come, America, you call.
Amniotic oceans Pacific join,
break through the virgin hymen, wailing wall
from the fluids of her earthen loins.
Tender eyes burn with the new day’s fire.
Bullets shatter your bones, your flesh torn on
border fences electrified barb wires.
Knives slash and puncture the sight of the dawn.
You are spewed out, volcanic bloodied birth.
Darkest rupture imploded then screamed out
erupted from moist entrails of Madre Earth.
Wails of the heart burst purple veined brow.
Desire from the depths, takes new day’s flight.
America with stars of shattered light.
CALLING ALL POETS
Poetry contest submissions must be under forty lines and must reflect the edition’s theme. Entry deadline for the
summer edition on higher education is March 20. Upcoming themes are food, happiness, and women.