When I Jog

A motion machine

Pounding the pavement

Rusty with sweat

All its joints bent

A heart-drumming, air-gulping, wind-moving

Motion machine!

A motion machine

Landscape rushing past

Trees, buildings, people

Joggers so scarce

Heads turning, wheels rolling, never ignoring

The motion machine!

---------------------------------------------------------------Written By: Andrew

--------------------------------------------------------------- Edited By: Audrey

SLEEPOVER IN THE BACKYARD

    Audrey and Phoenix lay low, behind a long table that served as the nursery of Audrey’s garden. Spending the night crouched in your friends backyard wasn’t exactly Phoenix’s idea of a sleepover, but when Audrey had sounded the alarm and asked for her friend’s help during the 1-week break in September, Phoenix had willingly agreed.

The zombies were coming one of the nights that week, and it could well be THAT night. Thank goodness they were prepared. Since the early days of July, the friends had started in earnest to sow the seeds of their potential defenders. The seeds were well ventilated and provided with the ideal conditions of water and temperature, had germinated. Firstly, the seedlings had sprouted roots that grew downwards into the soil, towards gravity and water. Soon, the seedling began throwing out shoots in the opposite direction of the sky and sunlight, carrying the seed coat with it. Before long, the seed leaves had opened, capturing the sunlight much needed to make new food for the growing plant. As the plant grew taller, new leaves appeared and eventually flowers. Audrey especially enjoyed watching the pea flowers bloom. After they had been fertilized, the petals fell off, and the familiar shape of a pea pod began to appear. The fruit of the pea plant would contain the seeds, peas, and these would prove useful against the zombie invaders. “Perhaps..tonight.’ Audrey shuddered, feeling a strong longing to be under the covers of her bed, warm and safe. “It’s our brains they’re after.”

A hundred miles away, something in the graveyard stirred.

Mystery Beyond the Door

Shut the door
Turn the key
No one else
At all must see.

Here it is
Sshh! Don't hiss
It's a chance
You just can't miss.


BUT BEWARE...

AWAY IN BALTIMORE

Bleary images of my loved ones

Waving behind a film of tears

As they recede into the flowing crowd

Streaming away, away from me

I Chun- a friend, a wife and often more

Baby Audrey- a new being

Just setting off from shore

Now miles and miles away from Baltimore

I turned away, the strength to find

In the noble cause I stay behind

For all the blessings come to me

I must return, to humanity

So I move myself , trudge back to work

Even on weekends

though the loneliness bites

At times I meet a friend or two

And they help to put me right

You could say the saving grace

In my life alone was wrought

In the form of newfound friends

Whom I had never thought

Could be the torches to illuminate

the darker, rolling terrain of Life

GOOD WORDS

Bleary: hazy, blurry, unfocused

Recede: go back, retreat, ebb

Illuminate: light up

Terrain: landscape

Saving grace: fact or quality in a thing or a person or idea that enables us to take a positive view of it