#FlattenTheCurve: Through the Window by Shalom Galve Aranas

Jenn's window art

I look through the window
and find my favorite tree
the one not felled in front
of a small, newly minted school,
It is flailing in the wind
reminding me of a street lined
with many acacia trees
just like this one.
I pray something like a sun salutation
at high noon
only I am still like the sun
because I am tired
of the news of deaths
and living seems a crime
recalling your pure Italian smile
and how you never called
anymore.

 

 

Shalom Galve Aranas is a freelance writer published in Stereo Stories, The Literary Heist, The Blue Nib and elsewhere. She is a loving, single mother of two.

 

Art by Jenn Zed.

#FlattenTheCurve: The Silence of a Pope by Shalom Galve Aranas

A_flower_refracted_in_rain_droplets

Watching Pope Francis
during the Easter Mass
deep in reverie
so hurt
he stands beneath
the rain in silence, so alive
like only a human can
speaking to the edge
of God’s mantle,
so humble is his silence
pleading for us
because it is now time
to ask God
God, we deserve
to live
because we love
and because we fight
evil in whatever form
it takes.

 

 

Shalom Galve Aranas is a freelance writer published in Stereo Stories, The Literary Heist, The Blue Nib, and elsewhere. She is a loving, single mother of two.