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Gone Lawn 28
Spring, 2018

Featured painting, Etude Catalan 1 by Jean Wolff.

New Works

Kate LaDew


one day you say

so many things
to me all at once,
that,
in a pause
I take for my turn,
answer 'Yes'
and the light
that swells up inside your eyes
and comes bursting
into every corner of the room,
tells me I am right



one day in 1590

it was discovered that 90 men,
17 women,
and nine children
had disappeared.
they looked and looked and still no one has found them.
so I suppose losing you is no great mystery
things like this happen



beech tree

when I was a little girl,
I learned a beech tree doesn't conduct lightning,
how I found this out, who told me,
where the information was stored (before my own head) I have no idea
but in a storm, I knew the safest place to be was under a beech tree
others might shiver into splinters but a beech tree never could,
holding on to its wood and standing, if bowed, as thunder and rain beat down.
I've never seen a beech tree, never felt its limbs over me,
never looked up, sure of my own safety,
but I'm still looking, even when the sky is blue,
because somehow it must be true,
somehow all the little things a little girl believes must come true when you need
them to
and I believe in beech trees, standing up to lightning,
if nothing else, I can tell my younger self, in all this frightening world,
something's there for you, one thing, one little thing, one little thing you always
knew, is true.
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Kate LaDew is a graduate from the University of North Carolina at Greensboro with a BA in Studio Art. She resides in Graham, NC with her cats, Charlie Chaplin and Janis Joplin.