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Showing posts with label backpack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label backpack. Show all posts

Saturday, August 27, 2022

BULLET-PROOF BACKPACK

by Robin Wright




First day of school, pens, pencils, notebooks,
scissors, crayons, lunch bag, corralled and ready,
along with fear, anxiety, worry.
 
Parents hopeful—not their children’s school, 
not their children’s lives on the next segment 
of the news with police interviews on who, how many. 
 
I watch a video of a mother teaching her child 
what to do in case a shooter appears at school, 
run to the corner, curl up behind his backpack. 
 
Do not let anyone tell him he doesn’t need 
this small wall of protection. She instructs him 
on what to say, NOTHING.
 
She tells him, be small, be quiet, run if you can. 
I will find you. Yes, I will find you,
wearing your Spiderman backpack.


Robin Wright lives in Southern Indiana. Her work has appeared in The New Verse NewsOne ArtAs it Ought to BeThe DrabbleBombfire LitYoung Ravens Literary Review, Olney MagazineRat’s Ass ReviewMuddy River Poetry Review,Sanctuary, and othersShe is a Pushcart Prize nominee, and her first chapbook, Ready or Not, was published by Finishing Line Press in October of 2020.

Monday, August 12, 2019

JUST A NORMAL HIGH SCHOOL LOCKDOWN

by Ed Gold




In the fifties, in first grade,
I learned that crouching under my desk
would protect me from the blast
of an atomic bomb,
dropped on the playground.

In the sixties, in seventh grade,
I learned that when a knife is pulled
anywhere near me to run
and not look back.
But I never saw a gun.

Today, in twelfth grade,
my niece has learned the protocol
for when the shooter enters,
texting her parents every five minutes
so they know she is still alive.

She wears a bullet-blocking backpack
her mother ordered on the internet
pricier than the bullet-resistant model.
It won't protect her from an assault rifle,
but every little bit helps.


Ed Gold is originally from Baltimore, got an M.A. from the writing seminars at Hopkins, taught poetry at U of Md for years, and is now down in Charleston, SC, writing happily and madly. He has one chapbook, Owl, and about 80 poems published in TheNewVerse.News, Kakalak, Ekphrastic Review, Window Cat Press, Rat’s Ass Review, Cyclamens and Swords, and elsewhere. Active in the Poetry Society of South Carolina, he runs the Skylark Contest for high-school poets and co-chairs its two-week poetry series at the Dock Street Theater for Piccolo Spoleto in Charleston

Monday, January 14, 2013

RAW STUFF

by Carolyn Gregory


guns and dolls
Their guns become their dolls,
each with a girl's name on it
and carved tattoo
they caress and polish
like vintage cars

With summer on their hands
and nothing playing at the movies
after the slasher film goes
the way of its bloody machete,

they train on tin cans
popping off little soldiers
on a fence,
steady as she comes
before antlers and coyotes follow --
no time for sentiment

Back with their kill,
they puff up chests and strut
as they continue
making men out of raw stuff,
rifle in a backpack,
Glock in a leather pocket.


Carolyn Gregory's poems and essays on music have been published in American Poetry Review, Main Street Rag, Bellowing Ark, Seattle Review, and Stylus. She was featured in For Lovers and Other Losses. She was nominated for a Pushcart Prize for poetry in 2011 and is a past recipient of a Massachusetts Cultural Council award. Her book, Open Letters, was published by Windmill Editions in 2009 and her next, Facing the Music, in 2012. She has been working on a series about the history of guns in America for several years now.