Mail Call

by Gail Atwater


In this year of pestilence and chaos
The news just makes me angry and confused

So I go outside and watch the bees extracting whatever nectar
   They can find in our sad garden after the freeze
Many days the choice is between connecting with the outside world
   Oozing with greed and lies or retreating to the bees

Today though I received a small envelope of truth and soul
Excavated with blood and sweat and passion
From one of the Real People I know,
Dispatch from that smoldering furnace
Where meaning is forged
And sparks of light fly free

Gail Atwater is a therapist and mother living in Dallas, TX. She loves helping others leverage the power of creative expression for healing from trauma, addiction or grief. 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.