Northern_Lights_2019

15 Lost in Translation/Found in Miscommunication By ShyAnn Springer Language is simply a collection of sounds and symbols. Words on paper that mean this and this Words from lips, palate, teeth Alveolar ridge. I say this and you say that We understand. She says that and I say tell me again Foreign syllables on a distant tongue Shut ears that begin to welcome Condemned areas blow away brain dust Concentrate. Take my time. She says that and I say this Shaky miscommunication between uneven months Words learned and worlds gained Language is simply a collection of everything the world has to offer. Memoir of a Fly By Harrison Townsend They like to say that “you can catch more flies with honey.” But getting swatted down is not so fun and not so sunny. For honey all day we drone away to earn that money. Oh, how life just seems so much better when you are but a treat. And not only deemed to be one that is but obsolete. Honey, how you think that you are so golden and so sweet. But if only you looked closely then you would see that you are nothing more than the vomit of a bee. Heed this before you clamor: “Shoo fly, don’t bother me.”