To M.
Any chance, you heavenly vault?
No, only blue souls at night,
And wastrels gone wild,
Such a deep indigo waste
Where wolves play foul with light
Continue reading “Gabriella Garofalo”To M.
Any chance, you heavenly vault?
No, only blue souls at night,
And wastrels gone wild,
Such a deep indigo waste
Where wolves play foul with light
Continue reading “Gabriella Garofalo”Love Letter for the Broken
When you’ve lost every hope, give thanks. For we will be waiting, with bouquets of light. In your grief, we will rest beside you. We will weep with you, without saying a word. You can cry out in desperation. We will cry out with you. Even if you bury your eyes in the darkness, we will not forsake you. I tell you this, because I know there is a hole in your soul. And I know the world gets inside the hole. Then you feel everything that is outside, inside. This is why you break. I could offer to fix you, but then who would break for the world? Instead, we have come with empty flowers that you can hold in your hands. And a lullaby that can last a lifetime. If you open the bottom of your ear to the sky. We have come to tell you not to change, not really. For the hole in your soul fits our world inside. And when you weep, we rejoice. Instead of making you into something that does not break, how about we show you how to shatter without restriction? Then we can cry out together. For life is cruel and unjust. While every day asks much of the heart. We will hold your hands, in the shadows. And you will hold our hands, in the light. That’s what love is. There’s not much else to say. Just thank you. For the hole in your soul. That tends the whole world, inside.
Continue reading “Carol Krause”Fighting a blessing:
It’s okay to need
your security blanket.
It’s okay to need
a crutch.
Continue reading “Kara Pernicano”Sometimes Darkness Grips Me
Sometimes darkness grips me
By the hair and flings me into
Itself, like a stone
Or eats me alive
Like a prehistoric fish
Continue reading “Anna Quon”Alice
In a dark a whisper came, “I’m not well”
The last words she spoke before she fell
Swirling shades of black, unseen by all.
If she could speak again she’d call it a tumble not a fall.
The Secret in Her Eyes
Her eyes look a long while at mine
Tension building
As she fails to disclose the secrets behind them Continue reading “Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue”
“Amongst the Wildflowers”
I grew up amongst the wildflowers,
Where honeysuckle nights,
Blew the colored winds,
Through the fan-fared window.
Birthday Song
danced out of my mother’s womb
naked cold
cocooned in the afterbirth of art
cord snip cut
cries mute to scream
soul activated
oh, how the harsh light hurts
this was the house I was assigned to Continue reading “Jacquie Prebich”
exordium
When you aren’t there to witness something, all you have is imagination, mine was toxic.
Mine should have come with its own hazmat suit, recalled at birth. Continue reading “Aimee Herman”
Ignorance of a Side
I.
I love you, I tell you
But you couldn’t tell before?
My heart pummeled each sense;
My affection was confessed.
What other signs need be made;
Was I not myself desire? Continue reading “MEDEA SINSATION”