Dusty yellowed shelves hold novels fox- ing on old paper. Imagination casted out like a drift- net. Cultures of Kerouac, Warhol, Rock N’ Roll and Wars are reborn. Readers sift
through what or who is wrong—well aware winners write history. Parallels of past like an emerald cut. Red victories stain time and declare independence. Fireworks unravel in blue and marigold.
Still, the present shows past mistakes’ rust-- learning and growing to protect the cradle of traditions—Thanksgiving dinners and must have Christmas gifts. Hidden, reading by phlox candle
light, for “Bedtime is nine o’clock in this house.” Stories magnetize my compass needle, recalibrating south.
-- Theresa Marten is a junior at Lewis University studying English and theology. This is her first poem published but she has had essays published in the Sigma Tau Delta literary magazine, Voices. Along with participating and leading retreats, she is on the dance team, a Peer Minister, and Religion Editor for the Flyer. Other favorite activities include eating ice cream, watching The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, and drinking coffee while reading a book.