Dear Flying Island Readers: Welcome to the 10.25 Edition of the Flying Island Journal! In this edition we publish poems by Laura Schwartz , Jared Carter , and George Kalamaras . Inspired to send us your fiction, poetry, or creative nonfiction? For more info on how to submit, see the tab above. Thank you for reading, Flying Island Editors and Readers
Sanctuary Before entering the woods alone along resolved riverbed, I hid my bicycle behind the creek’s bridge. Softened under spring’s worm moon, braced for nettle’s greetings, I hopped over cracked clay mud, under canopy of cottonwoods, and in the shade I would walk those hours, whispering my poems. Now under late October hunter’s moon, this arc, this sanctuary still silences me, and my shadow passes easily along the trace as curious clearweed. Again to pause, small among the sycamores, where a cacophony of crickets, the stuttering trilling of frogs, form a chorus of prayers from the marsh. Laura Schwartz is a librarian in Geneva, Indiana, a small town along the Wabash River surrounded by remnants of the Limberlost Wetlands, so she spends much of her time with books or exploring the nearby nature preserves, especially Rainbow Bottom. She graduated from Indiana University in Bloomington with a BA in Comparative Literature, and has always enjoyed reading and writing poetry. S