A Hillsborough Community College Student Publication since 1978.
by Melissa Gullo
Through moors of rock and pleated greens we
drift, shaving mountainous corners.
Winding, weaving the Irish Burren where fey
creatures sifted into craggy moss.
Our shamrock van leaves
deep indents along moist swamp, passing
shacks housing sheep and wayward shepherds.
Crumbling cliffs mimic our roll; aerial assaults
attack the brackish lake below.
Water dark as a drum of Guinness froths the
past, but I’m peripheral in this cursive culture:
they dug in hard-starved earth,
and sought the oval-gesture of potato.
empathy, a shameful sojourner with a raincoat
Down-slough of rain veils our advance.
We brake to invent adventure and a history we