We are back with new stories and verse for the fool’s spring, the hopeful points of green, the freezing mornings. Make sure you subscribe to the CC Newsletter and follow us on facebook and ig to hear about everything happening, from workshops to to websites, to the latest call ffor submissions to city-wide “Message in a Bottle” project. And special thanks to the collaboration and submissions for the Tacoma Light Trail last month!
Victorious
by Jonny Eberle
“Victorious,” was written in response to Steve LaBerge’s installation, “Touching Down in Tacoma,” on display at the Pantages Theatre as part of the 2nd annual Tacoma Light Trail. Learn more about the artists and the project at www.tacomalighttrail.org
It was quiet, being the last of one’s kind. The being sat down on a fallen tree, touching down as soft as a feather, and surveyed the vast desolation. She almost couldn’t believe it. The war was over. She had won. Or rather, she had survived.
The bones of the enemy littered the ground. A blanket of fog danced over and around them. It was beautiful. Strange, the being thought, that there should be so much beauty at the end of the world.
She did not know what to do next. She had shed her armor first thing, leaving it to stand guard over the emptiness. There was no other use for it now. One of the enemy’s visual transmitters lay discarded on the ground, its crystal display clouded with multicolored static. No one left to broadcast, she thought.
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Advice From My Father
by Erik Carlsen
Only paint when the weather is just like this,
Don’t bother remembering their names because
They will always tell you, everything in your hands
Is a hammer, no part of any animal should go to waste
Not even the ears, a spoon is just as good as a knife
If the insides are soft enough, if you carve along the spine
There will be less blood on the newspaper, twist it fast…
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