Forgotten Friend
by Carson Sandell
You lean on a sycamore
Sap drooling on your spokes
Resting in ruthless rain
And the wind, a phantom,
Almost seems to pedal
But you’re bound to the bark
Unable to escape elements
Stripping your skin of shine
Someday you will be loved
More than Nature’s need to demolish
Someday you will understand
You must rust to be restored
Sadistic Season
by Carson Sandell
Streets slick from rain
Reflect red traffic lights
Oh, how the frosted moon
Prays for a frozen sun
So not one orb reigns supreme
And in equaling out an empire
It exudes a euphoric essence
I yearn year round for
When winter takes the throne
I’m reminded of the wind
And how I stand, sturdy,
While breezes beg to butcher me
Yet it is in this sadistic season
That I feel the most alive
About the Author
Carson Sandell is a twenty-year-old gay and demisexual poet from San Jose, CA. He is currently taking English and general education classes at Mission. Beyond the page, he performs spoken word poetry at local open mics, which is where he got his start as a poet.
Aside from writing, he is enrolled at Mission College, Santa Clara, but plans on transferring to UC Riverside in hopes of receiving an MFA in Creative Writing.
Carson puts his all into his craft and hopes his hard work and dedication will inspire his students once he starts teaching. Apart from school, he is also an article writer for The Walled City Journal. And his publication credits include three poems in Final Cut Magazine, along with an upcoming publication in Drunk Monkey Magazine.