Focusing on the Here and Now
2020 has been a year in turmoil. The
global pandemic coupled with social actions to confront racism and its lasting
societal consequences continue to challenge expected levels of normalcy. Future
and already revised plans, social and work commitments and recreational
activities have been abandoned or delayed until further notice. The changing
dynamics that impact living life have put people in a whirlwind of uncertainty
and anxiety.
Creatives continue to try to provide a
temporary relief as everyone exists in a state of ‘here and now.’ Importantly,
society has not lost its ability to recognize and embrace creativity and its
value in getting us through difficult times.
With aaduna’s 2020 double issue waiting
in the shadows, here are a few more snippets from some of the issue’s
contributors.
Poet Bharti Bansal resides in Shimla,
India
TIMELESS
Timeless
When did we move so apart
That all I see now are my feathers ripping through the air
Screaming for help
Yet you stand there smiling
Bidding me goodbye
Because you never wanted to try
Time has bent the rules
And projects our memories on the parchment of my skin
As I chew until it bleeds
I have ripped apart the sky
Don't you see?
The stars are falling down on my roof today
Scattering
Like the unburnt crackers
Don't you see
I have burns all over my body
Body, once a temple, now a mere graveyard of memories…
***
Jennifer Erickson (photo provided) |
Jennifer Erickson
resides in Littleton, Colorado, USA. Here is an excerpt from her story,
“Shopping Center.”
On the drive home you thought about
the copper-colored mall roof with its decorative turrets. It would have the
same view, but higher: three-hundred-sixty degrees of mountains and city
lights, sunset and sunrise and stars in between. A place to be alone, to
wrestle with thoughts of eternity. Maybe read the paper and drink coffee from a
thermos, a box of donuts at your side. Astroturf, deck chair. Paradise.
You have never done anything about
it before, but now is the time. You are through with idle fantasies. So here
you are, on a night with barely a sliver of moon.
You park your car out of sight
around the corner, manhandle the extension ladder into place, puffing and
cursing under your breath.
***
J. Connell Warrick (photo provided) |
J. Connell Warrick is a poet residing in Laurel,
Maryland, USA. Here is a snippet from his poem “sheba de sol” from his “Songs
For A New World.”
sheba de sol
my fondest dream
when I’m a note
is
to conceive
sweet
melody
‘gainst
your sable
dark-skinned
tone.
a
half of note
replete
your whole,
a
soft blue note
adjoin
the pitch,
my
soul enrich
your succulent
mahogany
dark-skinned
tone.
***
aaduna - an online adventure with words and images - a globally read, multi-cultural, and diverse online literary and visual arts journal established in 2010. Visit us at www.aaduna.org where we put measurable actions to our words.
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