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
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
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
‘gainst your sable
a half of note
replete your whole,
a soft blue note
adjoin the pitch,
my soul enrich
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