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The Violent Life of the Garden By Julie Carpenter This is a picture taken from my front porch. My roses are in full bloom. I have a lot of them. Thirty-one rose bushes I think. I have a vegetable garden and chickens and two dogs and three cats. I have lilies and lemon balm and bee balm and catmint and lavender and rosemary and peach trees. There are birds in the trees and a groundhog that may be living under our storage shed. There are rabbits that run like mad men across our driveway every time we drive the car up or down it. (I don't know exactly why they have a rule about waiting to cross the road until they see a car. They should rethink it.) I have squirrels quarreling in the trees that hang off my deck. I like living things. I like to be surrounded by things that grow and run and make noise and bother me. (Thus the family. Just kidding family!).
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5 Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan 4 Hobby Horsemen of the Apocalypse
I find one of those old hobby horses digging through storage. A brown horse head on a stick that I put between my legs and gallop around just like the kiddies do. But it is boring to ride indoors. I look out to the street. All that pavement. I want the wind flowing through what is left of my hair. If only I could enlist three others with their own hobby horses, I think. We could all ride in together. 4 Hobby Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Like a biker gang, but with more purpose. The neighbours would flee in fear. Men and women screaming with terror. Our horses neighing each time we took turns making the noises.
To Beirut by Ahmad Al- Khatat To Beirut
From the foolishness of politicians From the damages of civil war From the combat in the south your heart never started to break Beirut, you have taught Baghdad and Damascus not to panic so whatever What happened with you yesterday turned our eyes into a silent song played by your tears To Beirut, we will cry and offer aids for To Uighur, we will weep and support for To all humanity, whom there’s not a day that -goes by when tears are not in our eyes It’s the time that we stop being sightless It’s the perfect timing to stop being careless We must stand above our unheard screams We shall stop hearing the politician apologies. The Herbalist and The Bee by Jarad Johnson When I was very young, I played soccer. I didn’t particularly enjoy it, but I did enjoy kicking up clods of dirt and chasing butterflies while the other players actually tried to win the game. If you can’t tell, sports are not my natural form of expression. Uniforms, arbitrary rules, and running? No thanks. Also, my aim is terrible.
So, instead of paying attention I was constantly being lured away by the delights of nature. On one of my excursions chasing after a butterfly, I got stung by a bee. I’m sure that this did nothing to further endear me to my teammates. I was five. I was and am not afraid to loudly proclaim my pain to the world, so there was lots of screaming and crying. And wailing. Well, I’ve always been a bit dramatic so imagine me with a bee sting. The End of the Ocean Author, Maja Lunde Translated by Diane Oatley by Jarad Johnson A frightening, yet all too possible premise. The oceans becoming dry. People retreating north away from the droughts. Trees withering and dying. Global starvation. This is what the book means by the end of the ocean. Through two narratives, we see the impact of this disaster. One story tells of Signe, who loves to sail her boat on the ocean and is a climate activist. The other is the story of a father and daughter, set adrift in the new world of desert.
Book Review, The Order of the Key Author Justine Manzano by Julie Carpenter Jacklyn Madison thinks she’s an ordinary teenager just trying to make it through school when she’s attacked by an interdimensional monster in an alley. Suddenly her life and family history come into question. Her future trajectory changes almost instantaneously. Jacklyn has discovered she is a Key, a gifted human who has been tasked with protecting humanity.
The Magic of the Rain by Jarad Johnson What is it about the rain? Every time I hear the clap of thunder, followed by the torrential downpour that most often accompanies summer storms, I feel a sense of coziness and warmth. Some might say that’s counterintuitive, especially given the fact that my power almost always goes out, but what can I say? I love the rain.
Elysium Girls Author, Kate Pentecost by Jarad Johnson Before I even start this review, there’s something I need to get off my chest. In recent years, I’ve sort of drifted away from YA fiction. I found many books had the same repetitive (and frankly simplistic) themes. To be honest, I never would have classified myself as a YA fanatic. It was something I read, sure, but it wasn’t the only thing I read. I haven’t found many things in that genre that I found rave-worthy over the years; usually, I’m disappointed by it. I’m especially tired of high school-based books and coming of age novels. High school is not that exciting; get over it! And when it is exciting…it’s never a good thing. I wish some of these teenagers would quit finding themselves and go find a textbook and do their homework! Also…get off my lawn. Even worse are the times when I see reviews of a book that describe it as powerful or, “the voice of a generation” (side note: that one always gets me. How presumptuous!). Oftentimes I find myself wondering if I read the same book that they reviewer did. End grumpy old man rant. On with the review.
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