Realistic Fiction
"The Treasure of Lemon Brown"
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The Treasure of Lemon Brown | |
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An article about homelessness in Williamsburg.
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Mislaid Packages
Elizabeth Burger There are packages sleeping in Richard Tucker Park. They rest on green benches in the late summer morning. Packages without labels, without crisply turned edges. Men and women in a hurry, Pushing up from the Broadway subway, Struggling off the 104 bus, Overlook the odd shapes on the slatted benches. Not one studies the swollen black leg Poking out of the half-cardboard, half-yellow blanket cocoon. |
Not one puzzles why an old, uncombed
gray head Sleeps on a corrugated pillow on the northernmost bench. Against my will, the image takes me. As plain as any letter in the box: Address unknown. Enveloped in our layers of comfort We choose not to address the crushed Brown Packages gone astray. What we will not see, We need provide not destination. |
Homeless
by William Waterway From padded window seat inside café cup of tea warms my hands cold winds shuffle sidewalk leaves Two tables away sit two men one in October years the other May Soiled clothes, old scuffed shoes, beat up weathered faces, bloodshot eyes, dirty hair disheveled The older begins reading to the younger from newspaper wrinkled by other hands "Rain and wind coming in tonight from the west, tomorrow - clearing, with temps in high 30s toward evening - dropping to low 30s Saturday, sunny, high 30s" The young man's grizzled chiseled face seemingly stoic flinched stiff with the words "Sunday, low 20s, snow mixed with sleet" The Treasure of Life
by Olive Walters Life is a journey A journey of time Where a heart needs another To give it a shine We're all on a journey With two paths to take One that is right And the one that can break With many a set back We'll find hard to bear It's love and true friendship That will help us to care For a heart that is lonely Can fill up with strain Like a plant that can wither Without sun and rain So together when sharing Surely we'll find it's the treasure of life That can give peace of mind |
Within Each Heart
by Nudershada Cabanes Within each heart there's an ocean vast, deep and dark where waves of emotions rage with each heartbeat feelings that stir like the waves at sea that rise and fall and roll with the blowing wind when a tempest surge How deep can one drown in its vastness and depth when threading through its dark waters one must take risk to swim within its ocean to discover its wonders to dive within its pools and see its beauty Within each heart there's a spring where hope never blurs with every failure where love ever blooms and never dies where faith keeps growing like flowers in springtime How long can one keep tending to its spring to sustain its flowing and ensure that the heart is always brimming its cup always full and filled with essential things Within each heart there's a well where loneliness dwells and hides its sorrowful face from the bright rays of the sun on better days How to keep it hidden and stowed away from the light and keep it in the dark corners so happiness can stay forever and reside within its well Within each heart there's a whirlpool that keeps whirling a force that can't be tamed How can one control the beating of the heart when it flutters like wings Within each heart there is a treasure More precious than anything |