Invitation to inspirationby Rachel[author’s site] I invited inspiration to come sit with me in my living roombutinstead she climbed into my mind and poured me a gaze so laced in longingI could drown in that fabric of her eyesand yetI wondered how she might dresswithout her melancholic yearnings and adorations of the moonand sea,and if… Leer más Invitation to inspiration by Rachel
image: Josh Marshall/ Unsplash Ghost in The Machineby Swarn Gill[author’s site] cold titanium, metallic touch,protect from feeling far too muchyour crutch awaken darling, feel this fleshmy hand conforms to yoursour eyes connect by unseen tetherlove dances across the medium laser looks in calculated gazeinformation fills emotionless dayssafety pays I have joys to show you, give… Leer más Ghost In The Machine by Swarn Gill
May your wings soar by Andrew McDowell [author’s site] May your wings soar into skies blue!We knew it would come; it is true.Oh, the times we had were the best,Now we embark on a new quest,Like all those before us who flew. River we first saw, not we knew,Overcoming and coming through,When facing every new… Leer más May Your Wings Soar by Andrew McDowell
Am I only? by Ingrid Wilson[author’s site] As the magnetic resonanceflashes up an imageof zeros and onesconverted to an imageon a computer screenso I can seethe chambers of my brainI ask now ‘Am I only: grey mattergrown complex throughnatural selectionand a million or more yearsof change? Complex configurationof synaptic pathwaysneurons flowinglike the tidefrom positive to… Leer más Am I only? by Ingrid Wilson
Gloamingby Jaya Avendel [author’s site] Cuticle hearts shine behind your tearsLanterns on a fog-shrouded moorTwelve bullfrogs under the stileRegurgitate the symphony of their childhood. The stars drip low on staticA dew-frosted peach offers itselfLeave crimson black lipstick stains on the high curveEat only half the moon. Edge’s blur into the horizonWalking the galactic ridges of… Leer más Gloaming by Jaya Avendel
Two Heartsby Phil Perkins[author’s site] She found her heart one day beneath an old sweaterThat was lost in the attic of her yesteryearCollecting dust of memories long forgottenShe took it back for want of love that she found pure Across the sea4000 milesAnother heart did beat In a young manWhose love for herWould make their… Leer más Two Hearts by Phil Perkins
Beloved by Dabid Gittlin [author’s site] I see a woman shopping in a shoe department.She is long and lean, quite beautifuland unmindful of my lustful stare.She is like so many women men like me desire.I am a fool, of course. What I want can never be satisfied by any woman.Even the most beautiful woman in… Leer más Beloved by David Gittlin
Mulberries in the Piedmontby Bartholomew Barker [author’s site] From the first snow meltuntil my coatless hike,I’ve walked under this treewithout noticing its mulberries.I rush to pluck the fruit,ripened purple over a warm night,pop juicy morsels in my stained mouth,gambling on sweet against tart.A mother starling nags from overhead,so I leave a few for her hatchlings—a… Leer más Mulberries in the Piedmont by Bartholomew Barker
Memories Buried in a Boxby Joni Caggiano [author’s site] I am the seasoning in your food, infused with blood-tinged lovegrave diggers plow a hole into my left eye, now crossedblack memories are buried there, along with my visionlifeless in a woeful, cardboard box, are my wedding ringsmy father’s voice chasing me, calling me a whore,… Leer más Memories Buried in a Box by Joni Caggiano
Siren Songs of Rambling Roads by Ty Gardner [author’s site][amazon site] The rambling roads are calling home,and the paper trails of prose-poemed passages we vowed to roam echo visions of misted-morning veils o’er mountain valley mezzanines. With hearkened hearts we heed in haste,restless to revel the magic.Longing to drink in the majesty and miracle of life.Anxious to… Leer más Siren Songs of Rambling Roads by Ty Gardner
Butterflies always die by Gabriela Marie Milton [author’s site] In times of fortune and misfortune I am always at the mercy of silence. Perhaps because I was born on an island where seldom does anything happen. Yesterday the water and the light invaded my tongue’s buds, and I was forced to look at myself upside… Leer más Butterflies always die by Gabriela Marie Milton
Jazz by Michael Stang[author’s site] Inaudible skies show off shape canopies, covers shaking with existence under clouds we sprinkled forgetting they exist because we thought them emergent. Huddled wall paper moons where the bones meet bones walk the one foot in front of the other that takes our years. Flush to it until we can’t let… Leer más Jazz by Michael Stang
At 4 am, You Call Me Into Waking-Tremaine L. Loadholt and it isn’t odd, this iswhat you’ve done for years–awaken me from deep sleep . . .I allow it.there’s something about yourraspy voice at this hour,something about the breathsyou take that make mebe still and listen.I love the world aroundwhat we’ve built.we have a common… Leer más At 4 am, You Call Me Into Waking by Tremaine L. Loadholt
An Old Beginning -M. Taggart [author’s site] Talk beautiful and watch the world collapse-Humanity disbelieves its current balanceand once again painted prints are unableto cover anything in entirety, so it spreads,unending, as though it has finally foundcommunion in the space inside our heads,where we live while watching our thoughts,and they are indeed beautiful, yet we… Leer más An Old Beginning by M. Taggart
Sad CafeRene Hunter [author’s site] Autumn leaves have begun to fall.Late October London is ablaze inhues of orange and purple.On my bench by the river I daydreamthat I am an adolescent reptileescaped from Kafka’s Die Verwanlunglaid back basking in the sun.The air is layered in cologne,men do not interest me now. I am content to casually observe.To… Leer más Sad Cafe by Rene Hunter
He’d find that large, heavy door locked only too often – so he tried not to raise his expectations and, most important, remain unheeded as he went up the long flight of stairs. The adults were engaged in commonplace conversation down below – probably over his grandma’s aromatic, boiling tea and spirits. Quite as usual,… Leer más Books of old by Jorge Aldegunde
Dear you. Here he comes, his name is passion, featuring love, a new beginning, am awake. I was waiting for the right moment, decided to speak out loud and confess, no more boundaries. Dear you. I want you to listen carefully. My feelings aren’t right according to society, but I don’t care. Dear you. the… Leer más Dear you. by Quinny Martinez
