A Drawing of a Cadaver

By: Reanna Marchman


A lone dead tree

Grey and shaded in

Still taking root into the hard dry ground

Stretching its branches to the sky



The light shines upon it

Longing to give life

Living water is what’s needed

Brought by a cloud covered sky

Which masks the scorching sun



The green-blue sky of this tree’s world

The orange and red sun

Strain to give color to the picture



But the tree is what I

Long to see life and color in.

Learning to See Things Through Another Set of Eyes

By: Reanna Marchman

I am the gun metal colored lizard
Running over the concrete into the planter
Hiding amongst the forest of plants
Covered from the squelching sun

Staring at the human
Staring at me
Bobbing up and down
Moving slightly
Hiding again amongst the towering green

I am the skateboarder
Pushing across the concrete
Breathing the air as it hits my face
Cooled by the wind against the beating sun

Looking at the world
Looking at me
Watching it stream past
Balancing gracefully
Pushing again against gravity and air.

A Peak Through The Fissure Between Two Worlds

By: Reanna Marchman


A hazy cloud cover

          hovering

Over vegetated mountains

Blurring

            Down into the troposphere below



A Radiant blue background

             With a white grey smudge

The light shines through where these two worlds meet

      Like mercury paint fading into an azure painted canvas



The two

Blending and meshing into one another

As the precipitation melts

     Down

           Into the green earth

                                  below



             Celestial illumination

Where atmosphere meets Adam’s ale.