Molly Howes, excerpt from her poetry “Where I’m From” submitted in The Q in response to Where I’m From, inspired by George Ella Lyons
“my life,” photography art submitted in The Q by Tracey Cravens-Gras in response to Where I’m From, inspired by George Ella Lyons
Alison Hicks, excerpt from her poetry, “Where I Am From” submitted in The Q in response to Where I’m From, inspired by George Ella Lyons
Monteque Pope-Le Beau, excerpt from her poetry, “Where I Am From” submitted in The Q in response to Where I’m From, inspired by George Ella Lyons
“Where I Am From”
by Molly Howes
I’m from a vagabond trail, a band of small travelers.
I’m from the taste and safety of a warm sea. I’m from academic offices and esteem. I’m from forever opening the next door, diving deeper into what I don’t know.
I’m from a circle of loving women’s arms. We hold each other’s broken bones until they knit together. We celebrate breathtaking depth and grace.
We mirror one another’s truths and doubts.
“Where I Am From”
By Alison Hicks
A place of seasons, mixed forest, evergreens, and hardwoods.
Where sugar maples turn orange and red, whose sap,
collected in spring, boiled down, is poured hot onto snow.
I grew up in a farmhouse that had once been a tavern,
on the road to a town now sunk beneath a reservoir.
There was no heat upstairs, only what rose.
I have traveled to warmer places, pitched a tent in the desert,
watched the sun set below raised arms of saguaros,
sipping from a thermos of mulled wine.
Then back to places of granite and rain, smell of leaf-litter.
I live on a warming planet and struggle to know what that means:
lesser snows, greater rains, drought, flood, disaster.
I have stretched my body out on the Canadian Shield.
I’ve lost the trail many times, then found it,
or maybe another one.
“Where I Am From”
by Monteque Pope-Le Beau
I am from the spike of the universe created by a mothers love. Born from the passions, Freedoms and creativity of my home in California. I am from a rebellious spirit climbing trees , skateboarding down hills , snowboarding in high snow covered mountains. I am from libraries of wisdom and distant lands. Experiencing cultures of long ago and those of not so long ago. I am from the world and I am a citizen of the world. Living a wondrous creative life Guided by my mother until her passing. I am from the darkness of despair and the light of my dreams. I am from tragedy and of hope.
I am an artist, poet, and storyteller. I am from a family of artists and dreamers. I come from the very wondrous wings of my mothers dreams.
