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If I Were Jane Elizabeth
by Ginna Wilkerson

If I close my eyes, I can see a little girl
perched on a garden chair, listening.

Curling metal leaves
mingle with vermillion green
in a child’s sun-filled garden of
read-aloud wonders living
in a weathered red storybook.

A woman’s voice —  a curious child
showered with magical words.

Becoming Jane Elizabeth,
the sacred inhabitant of story-world,
befriending the bad-tempered hairy
horror of a trapdoor spider —
a wee girl sitting on the flagstones,
mesmerized by the bravery of
Jane Elizabeth as she springs alive
from the well-worn lines of prose.

Hers is the courage to hear a talking
cricket on a fear-dusted night hearth,
to rescue a katydid from feline death,
to leave the summer behind without tears.

Hers the confidence to pick flowers
on her own birthday and present them
to her untouchably perfect mother.

IMAGE: “Eve” digital art by Ginna Wilkerson. Photo in center taken in Kentucky, about 1961.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: As a shy little girl, I had a hero in my favorite storybook named Jane Elizabeth. I wanted to be courageous and outgoing like my wee hero, and to win the approval of my beautiful and talented mother.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Ginna Wilkerson completed a Ph.D. in Creative Writing at University of Aberdeen in 2013, also the year of publication of her first poetry collection, Odd Remains. She received a 2012 Poetry Kit Award for the poem “Dimensions.” She just completed a YA novel and her second poetry collection.

Peipins- The Pool at the Temple
Diving into the Abyss
by Terez Peipins

It was big news when our new middle school installed a swimming pool. We all speculated about how it would look, what bathing suits we would wear, and what would happen if someone peed in it. Although I grew up next to a pond, I never learned to swim. So, in seventh grade the day finally came when our class went swimming. Our bathing suits were navy blue and baggy. I had to take off my glasses which meant I was in a chlorine fog. I joined the nerds in the shallow end and learned a strange frog-like backstroke. We had six weeks of a shallow pool experience where I could stand up at any time if my stroke wasn’t working.

The following year when our class’s turn came, I was sick with a cold for the first two weeks which kept me away from the pool. At the end of my first day back, the class lined up to dive. That was not something I could manage so I went to shower and change. The gym teacher pulled me out of the shower and made me get into line. I protested to no avail. I jumped off the diving board into the deep end. Sputtering I came up and had to be rescued by a pole.

All was not lost. The following year, understanding my fears, the new gym teacher (who, by the way, was hot) held my hand as I floated in the deep end. I’m still not a great swimmer but I can swim in the deep end of a pool with a minimum of anxiety.

PHOTO: The author in the pool at Baps Indian Temple (Atlanta, Georgia).


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: The  poetry, fiction, and essays of Terez Peipins have appeared in publications both in the United States and abroad, including Anak Sastra, Barcelona Ink, The Barcelona Review, The Buffalo News,Conte, Creeping Bent,Hawai’ Pacific Review, Melusine, and Pedestal, among many others.  Her newest chapbook, Dance the Truth is published by Saddle Road Press. Her novel, The Shadow of Silver Birch is published by Black Rose Writing.