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Kelyn Stump

Yellow Light
Cigarette smoke under the rims of my eye glasses wearing stilettos and ballrooming it around on the lensfloor with lashes.  Above the hat that was an alpaca now dyed and a source of fiber for keeping regular time with the smoke dancing.

Red Light
Penguins run across the highway smoking cigarettes and wearing yellow laminated signs. Waiting to flipper into the largest retractable dome to see the ice, a crapshoot, a diversity lottery.  Fortunes fall from raindrops onto violent windshieldsmashes like rocks off bridges hurtling. What was the rock’s last thought before collision? What is my last thought before collision?

Green Light
I bet these are magnolia trees. I bet they are lovely when the Penguins go home. I always knew it rained in Seattle, but no one warned me about here. I bet this place will shine in sunlight. I bet there is a secret playing whisper down the lane through the skyscrapers and tunnels. I bet it dances. I bet!

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Kelyn Stump is currently obtaining her MFA in poetry from George Mason University in Fairfax, Virginia. Though her focus is poetry she is also a dabbler of non-fiction. Her poetry and non-fiction have been previously published in Essay, Rivercraft, The Falling Star Review, Cherry Bleeds, Pointdexter, Variance, and Populist Art. She spends her free time outside and driving around to visually eavesdrop on society. Her previous jobs include tutoring ESL and writing, sewing wedding gowns, and shearing llamas.

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