Gavilan Literary Society

A smattering of words is all it seems and its all consuming, Taking minutes of my day, hours really, and I don't even notice, I'm happy to lose time and travel to another universe if it means keeping up, These new people, these new places, I can't wait to see it all, This is my spyglass to view another writers world because that's what it is, A universe between two covers that I return to now and then, Some are so painfully predictable you                                                          have to                                  ...

It varies in color but never in size, The world rearranges for it , But it  never changes for the world, Once its gone there's no getting it back, no matter the advancements, A world of darkness is all that we'd have without it, No worries though, Its not alone , This precious treasure comes as a pair , A matching set more valuable than jewels, Than endless gold, For what is the point of riches if you cannot watch them shine ?

Close your eyes and kiss logic goodbye, You know how this works, Nonsense, unconscious thoughts, the whole SHEBANG! It changes almost every night, Sometimes it scares me right out of it, Cold sweat, racing heart, fighting back the tears, Other nights its blissful darkness, Ironic since I'm afraid of the dark, Yet there are times where it all seems great, pushing along the fun times, easy dreams, and story plots, Those are the best, Is what they are, Dams, My unconscious key to a place for only me, To face the fears or put them off for just a moment longer, They are mine, my place to hide, my kingdom, my place to see, my place when in sleep.

The side of the gym, Ancient yet the outside was brand new, Deceptive as always, As most schools do, My number always got a puddle when it rained, Uneven black top never paid for, But even the new white walls have cracks, Branching out along the surface making me want to trace it with my fingers, Part of me wants to follow it with a pen or a paint brush, Opening others  eyes to my mind, I saw the curve of the splintered cracks and though of an arch way, a door way to some other world, It was made of mahogany but was frozen, Forever open just a crack, Just enough to see the world beyond, But not be part of it, Daydreaming away until a whistle startles it, Ruining colors, Fantastic sights just beyond the door frame, I'm left standing there on an uneven number, The world goes dull and grey.

Just reach for it, You've worked for this, Dressed up for this, filled out enough damned paper work for this, The cool metal slips through your sweaty fingers, A quick swipe on your pant leg saves face, The handle clicks against the ring on your finger, You may have a heart attack before you know,  Your chest aches at that thought, Adjusting the knot in your tie, Lighten the load, Take the handle, its time to go.

my mother my father brought us to this country with the hope that their daughters would make it further every day working harder giving up parts of themselves in the hopes that we would better ourselves in their home now seventeen years later there is a set of bookshelves used by their three daughters pursuing higher education with them serving as our main motivation three successful daughters grateful for the sacrifice of their mother and father -Maria Rios

Being of land and sea by Mariah Pompa A tangle of brown and blonde curls, wild smiles, Always finding her at the pier, breathing in time with the waves, With the way she stares at the sea, I would swear she was one, A free spirit, her eyes always shining, Once she dives in that's it, She'll search the ocean floor for shells, trinkets, and more, Swimming through the waves with envious ease, How does she do it? what's her technique? There's no answer, Not for the likes of she She was born for it, the sea a true mermaid that one, born with human feet.