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Fall 2013 Cover

Cover†Image by†Allison Burnett

Fall†2013†Edition

Connections Magazine

The Great American Novel†

Poem by†Sherbooke Lea Carson

Twenty years ago you told me that I would write

ďthe Great American NovelĒ some day.

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† ††††† ††††††††††I did.

††† I wrote it in the smiles Iíve left on the faces of strangers.

††† I wrote it in the scars I carry on my arms.

††† I wrote it in fingerprints left on an NICU incubator.

††† I wrote it in tears that fell to meet an ocean of salt water.

††† I wrote it with my knees and forehead buried in the sand.

††† I wrote it in the soil of every garden I have planted.

††† I wrote it in the side-line hug offered on strike three.

††† I wrote it in dinner pots that burned as we danced in the

†††††††††† kitchen.

††† I wrote it in finger-painted pictures proudly displayed on my

†††††††††† refrigerator.

††† I wrote it in doggie kisses when Iíve been away too long.

††† I wrote it on the bridges Iíve burned and built along the way.

††† I wrote it in the capture-and-release of dreams and fireflies.

††† I wrote it in my heart that now travels the world in three

††††††††† smaller bodies.

††† I wrote it in the eyes of the one that I call Home.

This is the first opportunity Iíve had to reflect with pen in hand.

And yet, the language that you gifted us, has found me

†††† †desperately wanting

For a vocabulary far greater than mine.


And so, I will collect my memories that never made it to a

††††† camera

Along with the untamed words that were never sheltered by†

†††† leather binding

With blank paper and pen in handóI carry the Great

†††† American Novel

inside of me.

And I will continue writing it

†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Because you told me that I could.