Sonnet by Nadia Sohn Fink

 

Hats in a thinking stance ready to shape the head

Proof of the mind’s wearer 

Letting the outside self be read

Keeps fault with the message bearer

Farthest from title the given name

Self that no pity sows

Was maker of one semblance same

Quiet title no one knows

Poor hat! Detail telling one mark

The startled start of the round sewn

Sign to make the yellow lark

Sing the lost wound gown

With one set sign the wearer torn

Takes the message never born

Thomas Callahan

 

Spring - season to sing

Rain - hope that it brings

Flowers - yellow on green

Sky - cloudy and wind

Houses - faded and dim

Streets - lonely and quiet

Spring - season to sing

Rain - hope that it brings

Shadows - sending the words to the sky above

River - flowing in my song.  How far it has gone.

Music Angels by Brielle Stewart

 

I was recently asked to provide a piece of music for a young student of classical guitar to play at The Children’s Festival at The Vero Beach Art Gallery. He is part of The Music Angels Program. As described on their website, "Music Angels Education Fund is a 501(c) non-profit organization devoted to making a difference in Indian River County by providing private music lessons to children, aged 4-17 years old, who might not otherwise have access to them due to financial limitations.” I offered my work entitled Reagan to be performed. It was written as a sixteenth birthday gift to a dear friend. Reagan is a non-speaking woman like me. It struck me, as this polite young man played my song, that a non-speaker made this art for another non-speaker, and now an entirely speaking audience was enjoying it. I always tell my mother that it is more important to me that people know a non-speaker composed the work, rather than them knowing my name. I want others to know that non-speakers are capable of contributing meaningfully to the arts. After the performance I was treated as a composer and loving people waited to speak to me respectfully. I was not invited to participate out of pity. I made a spot for myself with hard work. Composing with my board is labor intensive, but it is my life’s joy. Inclusion in this event made me feel so embraced by my community. I am happy to live in a free thinking place where there were no barriers to my participation.

Dandelions by Arth S.

 Painting and poem by Arth S.

Creased seasons in August songs

Freezed stories all summer long

Can dandelions sing and dance

As spring comes, is there a chance?

Dearest memories forget me not

All I've read and calmly bought

There's a place where dandelions sing

Where they are loved and specially sought.

Peace

Peace always ends up

being canceled

when ego is greater

than love.

Nothing matters more than 

touching the souls

of the weakest. 

Ryan Shank-Rowe (23)

 

The Sensory Ecosystem of February 2025

 

By Luke Schneider, 18 

 

Nature has a way of speaking about birds, trees and the soil. 

This is my Sensory Ecosystem 

For instance, do you know the Loon? 

This North American bird is mostly active at dusk. 

Their long, haunting call says, “I’m here, where are you?” 

Their partner returns, “I’m over here.” 

 

Trees offer us forest bathing and the benefits of the Japanese practice of shinrin-yoku, which means sensory relaxation by connecting with the forest.  Here we communicate with trees without words. Did you know that trees talk to each other through their scents?  

Our sensory ecosystems come alive! 

 

Now, for the soil that fertilizes our senses and offers texture to our movement – it is this soil that gives strength and connects us all -birds, trees and humans –  and this completes our Sensory Ecosystem. 

 

(This reflection has been inspired by this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ENNzjy8QjU 

 of the Loon and the books Hidden Life of Trees, and Braided Sweetgrass) 

Breathe. (A chant poem)

 

By Sasha Rainer

Tomorrow stronger than today,

Tomorrow morning

to replay,

Tomorrow story starts anew,

Tomorrow morning

me and you.

Today the troubles set aside,

Today love strides on our side,

Today we regulate ourselves,

Today put worries on the shelves.