May 2018 LEAF Contest Winners

Thank you to all who participated in the writing and sustainability contests at LEAF.


Friday's Winners

Flash Fiction

First place: Jack Cook
You wear your honor on your sleeve like a rich man wears cufflinks, but you would never be caught wearing something as weak as gold. You bare a steel heart that shines as bright as any king’s jewel, yet unlike a king’s jewel your steel heart has purpose. Your armor is broken, scraped, and scarred. Even so your heart rings clear like the morning bells. It rings for me and me alone. Calling me, telling me I’m safe and protected. Telling me you are my knight.

Flash poetry

First place: Daine Norwich
I dreamed I was three women and I cut off my head and the tiny birds of freedom pecked at my remains.
I was blond and beautiful
An actress with a
My heart was tattooed and broken
I cut off my head and the tiny birds of freedom pecked at my remains
I was dark and sultry
My lips were full and parted
I cut off my head and
I was old and wise
My hair like silver darting fish
I cut off my head and fed the birds from a dish.

Under 12 winner: Evan, age 8, theme: Mother’s Day
Moms can be sweet
Moms can be sour
Moms can be fresh when they get out of the shower

Second place: Heartstrong
Creator gave me hands and fingers
Gave eye vision, language of tribe
Teach who know greatest love, love, love
Better in heart, touch of the love
Of teach one mind love

Third place: Ashley Bean
Here we are at LEAF
Not getting into mischief
Just working my friend’s booth
What a hoot!
With the hot sun above
I’m filled with love
No rain in sight… only love

Sustainability ideas

Jenni: Only using reusable eating utensils and cups

Haiku (under 12)

First place: Kino, age 7
Flip it don’t rip it
Save the earth by not riping
Save it! Don’t kill it

Runner up: Malachi, age 5
I am Malachi
I am not Henry Russell
Malachi is me

Saturday's Winners

Flash Fiction

First place: Deb George
That sucker punch feeling that leaves a hollow, empty place that fear rushes in to occupy… when you’ve lost something precious, absolutely precious, like your baby… or actually “misplaced” somehow as you rush from room to room looking… and you’re barely 4 and not yet 3-year-old following and seeing you panicked only to “wake-up” to that he’s in the pack… on your back! (Nap time?)

Second place: Mark Fogas
… and so he chose in grace to be thankful for the fullness of that which was lost, and took the first step forward into his new tomorrow. But wait, to appreciate tomorrow we must first look back to yesterday, well, many yesterdays; the yesterdays that added up to today. It started on a cold winter morn when the pursuit of warmth was necessary before he could appreciate the risk she had taken when she offered her hello.
So began the slow and steady dripping of drops of self into the bucket of the other, until the fullness of the bucket suggested that trust was worth a try.
Ah the joy, the indescribable joy of trust and hope and fullness that made his starting over, to her, the best decision she could have never hoped for. And she lived happily ever after.

Third place (tie): Josh Worsham
Her brother found her five years ago at a friend’s house. She had no name, bite marks and scars covered her face. And a fear that dug deeper still. But Izzy found a home with her brother, she found her name and the face had healed – though her scars remained we always told him that he saved her. He gave Izzy a new life.
But last night, Izzy closed her face for the last time. The cancer had ripped her insides worse than any scar ever had. But still, her last breath was not one of fear, but one encircled by the warmth of love, last night her brother cried he did not save her. But Izzy knows he did.
Third place (tie): Abby Geigerman
Lights flash, people pass, but I stand still. Unable to move my feet, to see how I fit in with the bustling city ever-present around me. One, two, three hours pass, but my feet refuse to budge, missing the intangible motivation they once possessed. I stand and ponder, eventually concluding that my life will begin again once I find myself. So I walk.

Flash Poetry

First place: Amalia Grannis
And how many leaves?
May catch the sun’s rays
And the laughter from below.
I would think they all can
And that they all think
Themselves lucky.

Second place: Tommy George
“LEAF at 1:30 in the morning”
The harmonies were ethereal
Floating off through the night
Artists entranced by their shared passion.
Strangers once, now married through song.
Until out of the darkness, unharmoniously we hear,

Third place (tie): Sammy Fong
Hiking in the rain
The wet mist covers all views
Except your dry thoughts

Third place (tie): Karly Harris

I would
Focus on the past
if "today"
was "yesterday"
Like I'd
Reflect on
Treaded paths
If I had eyes
Behind my skull
But I would
Find life
To be stagnant
Fossilized to regret
And that's what
Makes reminiscing
So dull.

Sustainability ideas

First place: Sarah Moses
Initiative: if we gave the human race initiative to not littler, ride a bike, contain ecofriendly products within their reduced household, and do things that reduce their carbon footprint then we could sustain. Initiative could be personalized, we could gain points toward products we wanted most (products that are not environmentally hurtful).

Second place: Rob Kolaski
1. Heart (Gaia) deep ecology, sustainability, zero point energy, over-unity generators (i.e. India), bio-degradable, disposable products to replace plastic, mushrooms  eat waste
2. Spirit (Aphrodite) meditation, nature/music/art therapy. Shadow work (tea) swan-spiritual catalyst, self-awareness  self-actualization  vocation
3. Body (Enki) exercise & flexibility & cathasist (i.e. yoga, qi gong, bagua, pilates, H.I.T.) remedial herbalism to replace/supplement western medicine  i.e. druidic, Taoist, Native American

Third place: Bryna Grig
Reduce consumerism in the media and other forms that promote waste. Reach contentment with what one has and not to want what others have.

Haiku (under 12)

First place: Paloma
Ants collect the food
From picnics that are nearby
Come back you small thieves.

Second place: Colin
There was once a day
That was perfect in all ways
And that’s what I love.

Third place (tie): Delaney
Horses are awesome
They trot, canter, and gallop
I love horses so.

Third place (tie): Rilyn
Everything you want
Lake Eden Arts Festival
Is awesome and fun

Sunday's Winners

Flash Fiction

First place: Felicia Buske

There’s a feeling in my head, though I can’t quite place it. Where did I put it? That memory of “where is it?” again and again, and again. I wake up with it, unsettled, subconscious anxiety, but nothing in the entire universe, in my universe, is upset today. The feeling is heavy, a light blanket that molds to my body as I slowly arise, sticking in all the places I don’t remember having. Then it’s time to get up fast and the blanket morphs into cellophane that melts to my skin, to my organs, my soul, my heart. An empty space is there too, never quite filled. And I realize it’s lost. So I’ll go out again today, breathe, and try to find it.

Second place: Jamie Reygle
“End of Story”
It was too much. Too much to hold. So many years of neglect, leading now to the promise of a lifetime of suffering: meds upon meds; constant threat of organ failure; the trauma of the operating room. And it was all her fault. The dust, the dirt, the poor hygiene had taken their toll, and it had all led to this.
This: it would be so much easier to be dead now than alive. So much easier to give up this constant fight for life. But to give up now would make the fight so pointless; all that suffering for nothing.
She had been through hell to find that here was her destination. She had devoted so much of herself trying to avoid the worst thing that could happen, and here she was, alone, in pain, impoverished. This is the worst thing that could happen, she realized. It really couldn’t be any worse.
In this moment a fly landed on the back of her hand. A dirty, stinking, disease-spreading fly. She didn’t even have the energy to swat it. “Let it kill me,” she thought. “Death can have me now.” The fly began to crawl up her arm, its tiny feet gently tickling her skin, caressing her. Each troubled breath became another elixir of life. The fly’s wings gently fanned by her face. “This is life!,” she realized.

Third place: Berni Tomkins
Gordon picked at a scab on his elbow. The lightning flickered and he counted. One, 1000, two, 1000… he got to eight, 1000. There was a rumble that lasted a breath. Gordon peeked out the hole. There was just drizzle. He climbed down the ladder attached to the brick wall. This type of entrance to the home was the only way to keep the packs of dogs from getting in and eating Gordon while he slept. Since the righteous right banned birth control (and abortion) for all living things 1000 years ago, the number of dogs has outbalanced humans. The dogs run in packs now, whereas the humans grew so robust that they destroyed all the resources. That, and the Big Bomb. The Big Bomb was the beginning of the end. The “BB”, as the survivors like to call it, destroyed the electrical grid for our small planet. There were wars and epidemics, so now there are only a few hundred people on earth. Gordon Cook is one of them…

Flash poetry

First place (tie): Noah Edge
My loving mother there could be
no other. She is love here
Spirit I can always hear it
She is more than enough she
Is as wise as a serpent and
As gentle as a dove. Her soul
Is a vibrant god sent sun
Giving warmth to everyone
She caves to ensnare
Every person she meets in
Her magic and wonder she
Is so tranquil she
Can silence the thunder
That’s Emmogene there is no other.

First place (tie): Dave Ross
“My Marriage Waltz”
I never feared my demise
Until I saw my wife’s eyes
I was never afraid to fall
But now her face is all
I see – when I take a chance
In my head we dance,
We dance.

Second place (tie): Victoria Reiser
LEAF Campsite, 1:30am
Pine needles and earth
Receive our happy bodies
And distant beats still mimic
Our collective hearts.
Again we join our invisible
Tribe of dreamers supported by sleep
And our ancient mother.

Second place (tie): Deborah Brogden
Camping at LEAF
My daughter wakes me
Angry at first
She points to
The flashing
Lights on the hillside
Little streams of light
Come and go in the dark
No longer angry
Thankful to see
This unusual, wild
Beauty in nature.

Second place (tie): Jack Cook
I am sick.
Sick of all the mundanity.
Sick of all the last minute, half-assed reality.
On a scale of the sniffles to terminal illness,
Ready up the hearse boys
Grandmaw’s deal with the devil is done and he’s come to collect
Every time I blow my nose, a little bit of my will to cope goes with it
And I don’t think I can stick with it.
Sick, sick, sick.
And just recently I got a cold.
Third place: Felicia Buske
The moon was up, I know it, but it was unseen,
Though a thousand stars flashed on,
Off, on, off, on, off
Like me,
Trying to think, think hard,
Is my heart on? Off? Both? Neither?
It comes quickly this answer,
It’s always both, especially today,
At 1:30am, outside the LEAF contra dance hall.

Sustainability ideas

First place: Rosemary Milsap
Target grants to Title I schools. 3-tiered: Elementary (A), middle (B), high school (C):
A) Intro to social justice, human rights, enviro. Programs and jobs in those areas (1 day)
B) Field trips and day long “internships” w/ social justice or environmental organization
C) Career counseling that helps students consider careers in social/human rights or environmental orgs.

Second place: Steph Renand
Bee-friendly wild flower seed goody bag giveaways for LEAFers to throw and plant

Third place (tie): Sally Beth Shore
Living as if people matter, really appreciating the amazing skills, talents, perspectives, and possibilities of every human being… and educating people to do this.

Third place (tie): Kristie Barber
“Sustainable World”
I believe that we can make the world more socially/culturally sustainable by creating compassion counts classes. The classes would be presented in schools, businesses, neighborhoods, etc. The “CC” classes would teach about understanding and acknowledging basic life feelings, from sadness to anger to elated joy, calm, etc. the next step would be to acknowledge feelings as not good or bad but just as they are. The next step would be to have people practice acknowledging others’ emotions and the role playing compassion for others on many levels. From opening doors to finding chairs for someone when they walk into a room to sitting with others no matter what the person presents – similar to NVC but this is “CC”.

Haiku (under 12)

First place: Paloma
Pine tree up so high
Branches flow so gracefully
Timber, now so old

Second place: Graham
Smoking wheels of death
War prisoners scavenge ahead
Looking for a life

Third place: Malachi
I love canoeing
Dragon can float by itself
Mother’s Day at LEAF