Processed with VSCO with m3 preset

artwork by Isabel Suarez

A Selection of Poems

By Indigo McClain from central vpa


it was fall when i woke up from a nap

long awaited fall

but now it felt too early

before i stepped out on the porch

i struggled to find the covers

to pull them over my shivering shoulder

and when my mother called me outside

i left my jacket in hopes of feeling

the summer sun on my forehead

but it was already gone

before i had the chance to enjoy it

it had left

all that was left behind were the green leaves

that had fallen to the ground and were blowing in the breeze

along with the glorious feeling of summer

that i had been wishing away all along

but still i went out underdressed

maybe if i pretended the sun was still kind

it would come back out for me

maybe if i wished and prayed enough that autumn stayed away until i was ready

it would listen and obey

but it never did

deep down under the thin clothing failing to protect me from the winds heavy gusts

i knew it wouldn’t


Warm winds brush against my neck.

I inhale

faint smells of honey suckle and freshly cut grass that linger in the humid air.

The cool dirt lay still, under my hands.

I see movement in my peripheral vision

and turn to see a figure approaching.

A girl.

Suddenly the world around me

seems less vivid.

As she comes closer, I recognize her familiar features.

She was someone I’d seen everyday

but had never spoken to.

Continuing in my direction

Her hair falls in front of her eyes

but she doesn’t try to move it.

She looks down nervously

when she realizes she’s not alone.

I look away for a while but

I can’t help but look again as she passes.

She glances up.

A split second feels like a like a year

when our eyes meet.

The deep blues and greys

in her eyes tell stories,

ones I cannot yet comprehend.

But there is one thing I can see.

Beauty. True beauty.

The miniature oceans emanate

a sense of home and acceptance.

But when the moment is over,

she is gone.

The winds begin to cool

and the sun, now hiding behind a cloud,

no longer warms my skin.

Truth Untold

Premature goodbyes,

Sincerity infected with lies,

Undelivered truth.

What’d they say about youth?

“You’ll feel wild, you’ll feel free!”

But all it is i see

Is doubt and promises broken.

This part was so unspoken.


Am I the one to blame

For my indignity and shame?

Or was it ‘cause I wasn’t warned

That happiness would now be mourned?

It seems they all forget

They once woke up in a cold sweat.

Their life is no longer dark and grey.

Those old feelings never seem to stay.


But a long time ago they were the same.

They felt the agony and pain,

Dreamed of days in which they’d grin

And feel not guilty for their sin.

But those moments came and passed.

In its place lies stares and laughs,

So I’ll sit and wait my turn,

For time to heal my youthful burns.


And when all that’s left is scars,

And I’m no longer behind the bars

Of coming-of-age stories and life lessons,

Then along with all the stressing,

My worry and doubt will go.

And I’ll forget it was ever so.