by Lisa Lynn Biggar
Before the storm
we found a quiet
New York: inside
St. Patrick’s lighting
candles for our grandmothers;
upon a bench in Central Park,
where we watched a stray
dog bounding for joy,
skyscrapers beyond so
majestic and still;
ensconced in
St. Thomas, where
the angelic voices of
a Boy’s Choir
held us mesmerized—
in the wonder of
the moment—
where, today,
I retreat in
silence.
Lisa Lynn Biggar received her MFA in Fiction from Vermont College and is currently completing a short story cycle set on the eastern shore of Maryland. Her short fiction and poetry have appeared in numerous literary journals including Main Street Rag, Bluestem Magazine, The Minnesota Review, Kentucky Review, The Delmarva Review and Superstition Review. She’s the fiction editor for Little Patuxent Review and co-owns and operates a cut flower farm on the eastern shore of Maryland with her husband and three cats. Varada J.M is a 9th-grader based in Kerala’s Koyilandi, studying at Rani Public School, Vadakara. After hurriedly doing homework, Varada divides her time between practicing classical dance and watching horror films. She loves dogs but nobody at home wants one.
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