Daily Archives: June 8, 2008


“Avery and the Giant Plane” by Amber Herther

Avery at the age of eight jumped excitedly as he was going to fly for the first time. He went to the airport to get on a plane to go to Pennsylvania to visit his grandparents. His parents Jeff and Bridgett began going through security check and Avery followed behind, a good distance away.

"Come on, Avery, there are a lot of people in here and I don't want to lose you!" exclaimed Bridgett. He took a few steps toward her in a fast motion until she turned around. Then he fell behind again. As he slowed down, he looked out the window at the runway, and all the planes that were coming in and out. Avery always had a dream to fly and then become a pilot when he got older. He walked around the airport with little expression. There was nothing that interested him, on the inside. All he saw was a sea people, in a hurry to get somewhere. They were always pushing and shoving, he thought. He saw a door that was marked "Do not exit this door unless an airport personnel." Avery thought that it would be okay because he saw that there were airport personnel out on the runway. Avery felt that he could slip away, get a look at the planes and be back before his parents even noticed. Little did he know, that the runway could be so dangerous. He saw a big plane coming in for a landing and he watched in amazement.

Jeff and Bridgett went through security and turned around grab Avery so that they could get on the plane. Bridgett turned and Avery was no where to be found. She tapped Jeff on the shoulder so hard that he thought that she would leave a bruise.

"Ow!" Jeff screamed and he turned around grabbing his shoulder. "What?"

"Avery is gone!" she screamed as her eyes began to tear up.

"What, he was here a minute ago?" Jeff stated beginning to look panicked.

"AVERY!" They both shouted at the same time. In the crowd of people they heard no response. People in the airport looked frantically at them as if someone was being murdered. "Security!" They both yelled as they continued to look around. A few seconds later, they saw a tall man with dark skin, and brown eyes and smooth black hair come walking towards them. He was wearing a name tag that said Peter on it.

"What is the problem?" He asked. "With all the yelling, the other passengers are beginning to get concerned,"

"Our son he is gone and we don't know where he went!" screamed Bridgett.

"He was right here a minute ago and then when we got through security check he was gone!" Jeff exclaimed.

"What does he look like?" The security guard asked calmly as if nothing was wrong. He has learned to be calm in a situation.

"He has brown hair with green eyes. He is about four feet tall. He is carrying a red backpack, and he is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a brown jacket with a black shirt underneath," Bridgett managed to mutter between the tears and the sobs.

"How old is he?" Peter asked.

"He is eight," Jeff announced.

"Okay me and a few other security guards will be out looking for him." Peter said. They told the flight attendant and she said that they would delay the flight and check the plane in case he sneaked through security and already got on the plane.

Meanwhile, Avery still on the runway as he watched a large plane come in. He stood there with his mouth open wide as he saw the size of the plane that headed for the ground. His eyes got big and he, in amazement, said, "cool!" He looked behind him into the door that he came out of. He noticed that there were people that were running around the airport and that seemed to fascinate him some more so he decided that it was about time that he headed inside anyway. He went through the door and he looked to where his parents were standing when he left and he noticed that they were not there. He stood by the door and looked around as he began to tear up. Then a nice lady who was sitting nearby, leaned over and asked, "What is the matter?" She had dark brown hair at shoulder length and big brown eyes. She had the look of sympathy in her eyes.

"I don't know where my parents went," Avery said as he looked around because he knew that he was not supposed to talk to strangers.

"I am Becky. What is your name?" The stranger asked Avery.

"I am Avery. Have you seen my mother?" Avery asked as if he were expecting an answer.

"Honey, I don't know who your parents are but I will help you look for them if you want, my plane doesn't leave for another hour and a half," Becky said kindly.

" Okay," Avery said as he adjusted the shoulder straps on the backpack that he was wearing. Becky looked at her husband and told him that she would be back before the plane that they were headed onto took off.

Becky and Avery walked down to the board that listed all the flights and Becky asked "Where are you headed honey?"

"I am going to Pennsylvania to visit my grandma and grandpa!" exclaimed Avery. Becky looked up at the board and looked up at the board and searched for which gate that the Pennsylvania plane was taking off from. She noticed that it was Flight 21 at gate 12A. Becky headed that way as she grabbed Avery's hand gently, so that she wouldn't lose him too. They were headed in that direction, when the security guard named Peter came up to them and asked what Avery's name was.

"My name is Avery," he stated.

"It is? Well then, your parents are looking for you," he said sarcastically, as he looked at him with his concerned eyes.

" Really?" Avery asked as he was tearing up again, he was worried that his parents left without him.

"I will walk you to them," Peter offered. Becky offered to go along. They walked for a while, which seemed like forever to Avery, but finally they reached to gate that they were at when they went through security after they first arrived. Avery looked around not seeing a thing through the people. Bridgett jumped up and ran to the security guard.

"Did you find him?" she screamed as she looked around.

"Mommy!" exclaimed Avery as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Oh my goodness, honey, don't ever do that again!" Bridgett said as the tears rolled down her face. Jeff came up next to them and they all hugged. Peter introduced Becky to Bridgett and Jeff, they thanked her and offered her a reward but she wouldn't take it.

"The good things in life are free and I was just in the right place at the right time, and I was happy to help," Becky stated. They boarded the plane and Becky went back to her family.

When they arrived in Pennsylvania, Avery's grandparents met them at the airport and Avery said with a smile on his face, "I have a story to tell you," He explained the story on the way back to his grandparents' house, it became more funny the more that he told it. They were just glad that everyone was okay and that they made the plane trip safely. Avery never left the side of his parents in the airport again.


“I’ll Miss You” by Christine Ehrlich

You walked into the office,
And the doc gave you the news.
Rock-a-bye Baby,
You were expecting me.
A baby boy.
On the tree top.
In nine months, I'll be yours
And Daddy's.
When the wind blows,
Too bad, Daddy won't even know.
So he won't be there to hold us tight.
The cradle will rock.
You said no to me.
Never gave me a chance.
When the bough breaks,
I won't get a hug,
I won't get a kiss.
The cradle will fall.
No one will know,
Except you and the doctor.
And down will come baby
You're missing a great chance.
A chance I will never have.
Cradle and all.
Just please tell
Grandpa and Grandma,
I say "hi."

“A Poetic Tale” by Claudia Anne Krizay

There was once told a story about a queen who
Dreamed of a beautiful garden
That grew lilies of the valley, lavender and peace roses.
These were the flowers she had always wished for,
This was her dream, a childhood reverie.
A beautiful queen, she was
But only in her dreams,
In the pictures she painted,
In the songs she sang,
The dances she choreographed,
The stage was set for her,
In her fondest dreams
She planted these seeds
But mounted her proud white stallion and
In all her crowned glory
Rode into the sunset,
Into the sky...
Here, she was the star,
In which the planets revolved around,
The rain she abhorred,
She played games with the sun,
Basking in all its charms,
She chased away the clouds so that the rain would not fall.
Of this beautiful garden
She dreamed and dreamed, though still
Chasing away the clouds
Envisioning magnificent blooms
Surrounding her castle,
Their stems would bow down to her, as
They grew and blossomed, but
Without the rain falling,
These seeds could not grow, and one day she
Peered down from her throne in the sky
Only to behold her garden sprouting none but weeds-
And, crimson with wrath,
Irate she became,
Cursing these weeds-
"I did not plant these!"
She screamed from the heavens.
A fairy tale thus told and
Every story has a moral.
Inscribed across the sky
For this omnipotent queen to read were the words:
"If you want lilies and roses to grow from the seeds that you planted,
You must not run away from them and chase away the rain,
Or only weeds will grow."
How many mothers are like that queen
In some sense of these words,
Who wish for their children to grow into something wonderful,
Do not care for them, and
Blame them for becoming useless?
Not only in your dreams, my queen,
Not just a fairy tale...

“Chemo” by Claudia Anne Krizay

Upon
Upholstered chairs of
Blue and yellow gingham
Father sat with a
Deadpan face.
I could read his mind
Through the anguish in his
Dark brown eyes- so like mine
Yet so different.
I watched the IV drip
Steadily,
I could not hear but in my own way,
I heard.
Staccato rhythm,
In tune with
The woodpecker outside,
But singing a song with a
Different theme- one upbeat to
Welcome the springtime, the
Other, dismal, as an elegy.
I spoke a few words
Out into space.
No response but a
Shudder, as I
Looked around the room.
Other chairs,
Upholstered with the same
Blue and yellow gingham fabric,
Upon which more dying people were sitting.
IVs dripping seemingly
In a symphony with
One another-
Or some tragic musical.
My eyes cast about the room
Envisioning pallid faces
Contorted with
Pain, concern and hopelessness.
Yes, just like my father, but
Yet so different.
My father's deadpan face was really
Not altogether different,
But was just to me.
I felt the same anguish which
I read through his eyes.
Birds in the trees outside
Sang a chorus to
Welcome springtime.
This was one springtime I would not forget.
This was a room I would always hold in memory-
A room that looked like a living room
Where dying people were
In denial
All because of this gingham upholstered furniture,
Which would give them another chance at life-
So what was different about my father?
My father was smart enough to know the difference,
He couldn't be fooled
By a room filled with living room furniture
Where Mother sat a year ago who then
Was in remission and was sitting now in
The chair by his side with the IV hooked to her arm
Dripping steadily, as she
Desperately said the rosary...

“Legacies” by Rachel Brower

Let it be you;
make me immortal.
Remember some pattern,
a flash now and then
to exhume any truth.

Here
trying to capture
transient bits
of so many souls.

Him me you:
the harshest critics.

Words;
in pieces they would be,
fluttered and strewn
amongst other debris.

"One man's Junk",
so they always say;
transformed
most hopefully
outside these mere borders
through collective ether
that we all succor.

“Nothing” by Rachel Brower

Just nothing at all;
such emptiness
in that word
is a vast room vacated,
grubby and sparse
inviting the wake
of parading echoes.

What I am to you,
intensely removed
bitter ends
untied and frayed.

What you are now,
locked down fast
driving to a fate
dreamt about and whispered;
another taste

of karma's sour debt.

“A Vicious Cycle” by Rachel Brower

Coming home to the hollow
and empty room of my life,
friends and voices fall behind
in the world where I can't wallow.

The monthly demon is creeping near
to strip me of my cool.
I can't escape the cruel
hormonal clutch of tears.

All that's healed, suddenly,
is NOT; I wither to the floor.
Painful memories pound the door
eager to engulf me.

If I ever commit suicide,
it will be on a bloody day;
cloudy aura rimmed with gray,
loves fallen by the wayside.

“A Snake’s Tale” by Rachel Brower

What used to be
smooth and alive
tingling with pleasure
every nerve ending
awaiting his charge
always, but now dry,
flaked and useless.
Ready to be shed
and mindless of heart

I slither out slow
and so painful still
with icy fear, unknowing
where these unfamiliar
and rawest remains
shall be cast out upon.

Peace, finally?
Or just more life,
more of the same?

I suffocate
this final shedding

“Man-Nerisms” by Douglas Kruse

i often forget
i am a man
when gently distracted by
spring breezes
the ripening earth
budding, blooms, and the green

and it is easy to ignore
i am a man
as morning explodes
and stars fall away
the colors celebrate
another day

and i put away
i am a man
on rainy afternoons
when the sky, gray
fills me with melancholy
and i want
to cry

but I am glad
i am a man
when you, a woman
soft to touch
fragrant and warm
want me

“Afterglow” by Douglas Kruse

she lays next to me
our arms holding tight
onto naked bodies
covered with sweat
and spent passion

she looks up at me
and her eyes sparkle
a smile, naughty and sweet
covers her face

she remembers
the feelings
the rapture of orgasm
the way we touched
and became one

with no words spoken
we share the moment
delighting in each other
warmed by the afterglow