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Butterfly on Flower
Hua Chen
Photography
Sunrise on the Dock
Karlene Deng
Photography
Faded denim and baby blue cotton Take the place of my Sunday best. The oak becomes my hiding place. Through the kitchen window, I can
see my mother;
She cannot see me.
Suds launch into view
As she plops another dish into the
sink.
Her forearms and forehead glisten.
Ryley Fallon
Curlers nestle in her hair,
Weighing down her neck.
I know she is humming.
I hear the sound of crickets, crickets. But I don’t have to hear Mama to
know her song.
My mother hums when there is work
to be done.
Her expression grows blank,
absorbing golden hour.
She is preparing, prepping, and planning
For the week to come.
The sunlight pours in,
And the white trim of the window Frames my mother’s pale face Reminding of a magazine cover, Maybe Southern Living.
As the sunshine withered away, My admiration grew.
Suds and Summer Sunset
Koi
Alden Wiygul
The Birds
Alden Wiygul
Sculpture—paint, cassette tape
Sculpture—paint, cassette tape
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