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The Driver

Esteban Osegueda

The engine revs
As the car turns on.
Loud and ready,
As I keep my foot on the pedal steady.
I shift gears, 		
As I am on the highway,
while I steer.
A loud BOOM BOP.
I frowned. I knew this situation was full of doom.
The car flipped and landed face down.
I parried pieces of piercing glass flying towards my face.
Car Car Car
Where did it all go wrong?
Now, you leave me with scars scars scars.
Saying I have no feet,
ain’t so discreet.
I suppose it is my fault,
I should have just come to a complete halt.
Being drunk,
Everything about it stunk.

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Masae Adams

Ammi (Mother) – Syria

Bond Biryani

Having dinner with Ammi (mother) after our evening prayers,

I still remember her glimmering eyes as 

She fed me soup from her bowl.

Dusk grew into a dark, silent night as the sun went down,

The moon hid behind a cloudy gown,

She kissed me tenderly as I went for oil 

To massage her feet, she winced as she 

Lied on the off white cotton bed sheet,

I glanced out the window, oh the aroma of trees and soil,

The sounds of silence and birds, the humming of bees

I reached up the shelf  and got the oil,

As off I went, I heard a shriek from outside,

I witnessed a broken star shooting across the sky,

I watched in awe as it glared against the pitch black night,

I felt a poke against my heart,

felt a heat rise against me as it got bright,

I saw as it grew sharper than light,

I stood frozen against this dreary sight,

I heard my ammi screech from far, 

calling my name as everything went dark,

I saw her fading in a sway,

Screaming I reached out but she went away,

An eternity later my eyes opened and I looked around,

Everything was smoky and hazy, there was no sound,

All I heard were cries of hope dying against the fire,

I looked for my family in the smoke but to no avail. 

Under the fiery haze, I saw a heart wrenching site,

She laid there in front of me, my dearest ammi, 

I still remember that night, and her beautiful face,

I remember that sight, 

all it took was a matter of moments

For my life to become a never ending fight.

The taste of soup still lurking in my mouth, 

still had the oil on my hands,

When my ammi faded away in the faraway lands,

I still look at the sky with a mired heart,

A broken star fulfills a wish but this one tore my dreams apart,

I still visit the place, nothing left but debris and my razed fate,

I have a future big as a sea, I still have a life ahead of me

But all I ever wanted was a spoon of soup from my ammi. 

The Wonderful Idiot

JohnPaul Duffey

 


 

 

 


 

NCC Journal of the Arts