By Ashley Mangio

Lush, green grasslands surround my desolate patch of dreams. Residing deep within the soft soil lay traces of nostalgia. Mineral-like and fossilized packed tightly under the flaky crust chalking between my fingertips as I conjure up long forgotten memories. The dust slowly fades revealing burned bare feet trotting over the blazing asphalt Sundried mud pies baking on the back porch. Crisp, honey toast in my aunt’s parlor. Full-bellied strolls through the forest. Plum stained lips littering porous seeds into the soft soil once again. Waning memories seep into embryos and gently pry them open. Such saccharine essences make for bittersweet bearings.

(after “Courtside” by Bill Bamburger)