From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
Another Place by Helen Haden
Seventy percent water,
bent to the earth, we are
but ripples inhaling the wind.
–Bison Jack
wind ripples the earth
but we are
inhaling water
bent to the
Seventy* percent
*technically, it’s eighty-three percent, but seventy is close enough to exercise poetic license
Brujula de Katter by Fondo Antiguo de la Biblioteca de la Universidad de Sevilla
Even though we haven’t met
and most likely never will, I want
you to know that I believe in you.
Even if our sense of right and
wrong is based on a different
moral compass or we look at
the world through such vastly
different eyes that we disagree
on what love is or why so much
suffering exists–I will still believe
in you. I believe in you, despite
our differences. I believe in you
because if I were to choose not
to believe in you, how could I
ever believe in myself.
–Bison Jack
A Bottle-in Message
and and
believe believe believe believe believe believe
different different
Even Even
I I in if is is I in I in I in if I in I in
know
our on or on or our
right
to that that to to
we will we we will
you you you you you you
Fireflies by Moyan Brenn
Lightning cracked
the evening sky as the
light rain began to fall,
but I cared not for the
foreboding rustling
through the leaves or
the silence offered by
the waiting thunder, for
nestled in these boy’s
hands lay a jar of fireflies,
and a childhood lit in wonder.
_Bison Jack
a jar for these
the wonder of fireflies
through the silence
a childhood lit in lightning
waiting-by for the cracked evening sky
or rustling thunder
in the leaves
the boy’s light hands lay offered
nestled and
foreboding
but I cared not
as the rain began to fall
Forget it by Jérémy Lelièvre
The reason I will never
forget you, she said,
is that you were the one
who made me forget
myself. And, for that,
I will never forgive you.
–Bison Jack
I will forget that
the reason
you will forget
me
she
is that you
who never said never
I forgive myself
and the one
you were
made for
Stories of Light by Cameron Evans
Hate is what happens
when we lose faith in the
stories we tell ourselves
and blame others for what
we don’t understand.
Love is what happens
when we are not afraid.
–Bison Jack
For What
we lose faith in others
we tell ourselves stories and blame what
we don’t understand
we tell ourselves
the love is what happens when
hate is what happens when
we are not afraid