Drummer

by Dane Erbach

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“Harder!” Joe shouts from his podium, yells over violin bows stuck in the air like an unruly haircut. “Hit that bass drum as hard as you can!”

The orchestra spins toward me—rows of smarmy teenage smiles, annoyed; of middle schoolers wild with amusement, squirming their chairs.

“Have you ever heard Jurassic Park’s soundtrack?” Joe asks, his bald head shining in the fluorescent light. “The big BOOM at the beginning?”

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Wild Horse

by Christian Ward

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You thrash like a wild horse 
in your sleep. The corral 
of dreams not enough to hold 
you. What of the prairies
of stars? The meadows 
of galaxies? Deserts of dark
matter? Wherever you’ll run,
I’ll reign in the night to let you 
aspire to whatever you were 
meant to be.

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