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If Only
Tipping back across time
Distant stirrings of memories lost
Or misplaced
Or never lived
I think of you and yearn
for the life we could have had
If only
If only we weren’t so broken then
Like brilliant shards of glass strewn along acres of lost hope
Biting words irretrievably spoken
Bruised arms left too weary to hold
If only our love could have survived the
Embedded pain of our youth
Imagine how amazing we could have been
Egerton Community Literary Magazine, Fall 2019
Winner of Reader’s Choice Award
God is Like a Waitress in the Sky
God is like a waitress in the sky
who has worked
at the local diner
for as long as you can remember.
She stands patiently at your side.
pen and pad in hand
while you pour over a long list of menu items
that seems to go on forever.
If you aren’t ready,
She’ll come back
give you time
to get yourself together.
Sometimes small talk leads
to confessions,
which She absorbs
like the grease on her rumpled white apron.
She may try steering you clear
of less savory options,
which you can choose to ignore
because that’s your prerogative.
She doesn’t much care what you order
but that you order something,
after all
you are taking up valuable real estate.
When you’re ready
She jots down your selection
and goes away
for a while.
You never know for how long
but when you’re really hungry,
it seems to take
forever.
Sometimes
She plans it that way
to build character because
that’s Her prerogative.
When your order arrives
it may look and smell and taste
just the way you like;
that makes you happy.
Or it might look and smell and taste
terrible
which makes you mad.
This is NOT what I asked for! you complain.
But She knows better.
With a smile,
and an imperceptible roll of the eyes
She turns,
and walks back to the kitchen.
Egerton Community Literary Magazine, Fall 2019
Winner of Reader’s Choice Award
I Rose
When I left you,
You promised to make my life a living hell
You promised to do me harm,
To take me down or out
You promised this and more
And yet
Despite the veiled threats
The humiliation
The mind-games
Despite the cruelty
Divisiveness and hate
Despite playing our daughter
Like a sacrificial pawn in
Some twisted game of chess
I rose
I rose like the fire-lit dawn
After the blackest of nights
Crying a warning
Of the coming storm
For the longest time,
I wanted to hurt you
As badly as you hurt me
I wanted to see you suffer
To lay you out
Gagged and bound
Defenseless under my relentless fury
I wanted to hear your stifled voice begging for mercy
I wanted to feel your guilty heart pounding in your chest
I wanted to see your eyes wild with fear
For what I could do to you
Because of what you did to me
Because of what you did to our daughter
But I did not
Instead, I chose to take my daughter’s hand
And walk away
Leaving you standing amid
The ruins of the war you waged
On the two people who loved you most
Egerton Community Literary Magazine, Fall 2022