The gingko tree with half of the leaves
on the grass and the other half yellowed and
fallflickering, twirled into the wind. I have
misplaced my whimsy. It might be in a storage
room at the institute of obscurity. I must have
lost it while looking for something else that didn’t
matter. The point is, that it is almost all gone and
I want it back.
Sarah Rachael Johnnes was raised in Scarsdale, New York and currently lives in the Pacific Northwest. She likes to capture what is not typically seen, looks for humor, and is bold when examining painful or taboo subjects. Her work has appeared in Cathexis Northwest, Fauxmoir Literary Journal, RavensPerch, BlackFox Literary Magazine, and Red Ogre Review. She is working on her first collection.