By Skye Shae Bonati Fall 2024 I’m stuck. Frustratingly stuck. I don’t know where to turn and the effort Taken in explaining why the turning is yet Unfinished is racking my frame. Like the Reform wrecked slavery… That was Not an immediate change, but a molasses pulled from the Mandate that came from Years of frustrated, women, and men and Even the smallest, Yes, the smallest metamorphosis took Eons, it Seemed. Truly, it seems to take eons for my Head to follow the thought… a n

By Skye Shae Bonati 2011 Moving on the still air, downward came the only wish that I had dared breathe to the expectant night, leaving my lips with hope insecure and unsure of it finding its goal. I watched it with a guarded heart, thinking that perhaps I dreamt. But while I dared not move an inch toward it to grasp and take hold of my prize, a breeze flew by, and I had to reach out quick -- in order that the evening’s elves not snatch my zephyr of hope away before my eyes fu