Rigorous
Volume Four, Issue 3



Projectile

Jacqueline Henry Hill


The projectile sped through the air
on its way to the intended target.
The child pedaled faster.
He raised his boney arms and laughed with glee,
the darkness of the evening blending
with his baby soft skin.
Humidity painted his face;
he pedaled faster.

The projectile sped through the air
on its way to the intended target.
The tiny woman examined the crimson bruises
along her tender cheekbone. She sighed fresh fear,
smoothed her hand against the cool metal of the pretty pink pistol,
and placed it back in the leather sling caressing her breast.
She sighed again and awaited the opening of the heavy door.

The projectile sped through the air
on its way to the intended target.
The young teacher gathered his charges
and pushed them into the classroom coat closets,
making the sign for silence.
the way they had rehearsed it.
He squeezed tight into the far corner and prayed.

The projectile sped through the air
on its way to the intended target.
The visitors milled around the pebbled square
among the carts of flowers, water color pastels,
and handmade jewelry.
Sirens howled.
Desperate citizens careened against each other.

The projectile sped through the air.



Jacqueline Henry Hill: "I live in Los Angeles where I taught high school English for many years. I am a member of Writer’s Anonymous, a workshop of the UCLA Writing Project. My poetry is published in Light Journal, aaduna, phati’tude, Reverie, Chaparral, Oasis Journal 2010, 2011, 2012, and Writers Newsletter.

“I published a memoir, Jennie Wren, Memories of Mommy in 2014. I also served as co-editor and contributor to Out of Anonymity, The Journal of The UCLA Writing Project 2014 and 2015."




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