• theplantnews

In and out, an Explosion

Tanya Lemieux


An avalanche hiding behind

The mist of a crushing crowd.

“Is it better to speak or die?”[1]

If only I could move my lips.

A golf ball in my throat,

A mind faster than lightning.

Have you no notion of power?

Or have you become a knight?

A supernova for a heart,

A black hole for a mind.

But will my fingers synchronize,

Will I ever learn your tune?

Or will I drown into the ocean,

Only to get swallowed by the sand.

[1] Call Me by Your Name, André Aciman (page 63)


Recent Posts

See All

Joshua J. Frederic Contributor I remember a heavy cloud of lies Roaming in the corridors It reeked a sterile scent, yet unclear Not old enough, not too young either When a nurse whispered in my ear: W

Laury Charland Creative Writing Editor I found bones in the woods last night. Mother, I swear they weren’t his. I found bones in the woods last night. I didn’t look at them for too long Mother, I swea

Cristina Lijoi Contributor I wish I could tell you. I’ve lost and I’ve loved, and I’ve cried, and I’ve laughed. yet not a loss or love or cry or laugh feels as special as when I, lose or love or cry o