Three clowns, theres always three
Laughing and jumping all around me
They just want me to enjoy this finite life
They want me to let go of these problems and be free
These trees seem fluffier, so used to them green
So much purple and orange I've never quite seen
Help me when I think about dreams, before my eyes
Or with them shut - I never work out what they mean
I guess mystery is life's taunt we all stand before
We decide what the information we find is for
There's logic, and guesses, and giving into instinct,
But we can only decide so much, and always need more
I don't need to worry, but I'd like to learn
what are all these material things I'm trying to earn
what are these connections and experiences I try to find
Are they things to embrace, only for the world to let burn
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Julian McHutchison
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Snacktime Sonata Challenge Winners
Well, your Snacktime Sonatas made us hungry, and that’s about the highest compliment we have. Food — taste, smell, sensation — is a powerful conduit to the past, to memories pleasurable and painful and sometimes bittersweet, a mixture of comfort and challenge. Congratulations to Penny Fuller for Sativa — it’s a first win for Penny — a hymn to the “secret, unbounded/freedoms” of fresh peas in the pod. The narrative voice of the poem doesn’t really want to be outside, but finds joy in the green things of the earth; this is a lovely work of resilience.
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