Fall.
15 centuries
into mosaic
hammered gold
Month: July 2012
Valentine’s Day by Martha Hayes
Valentine’s Day by Martha Hayes After our birthday party, I took the picture. You and your new bicycle: a shiny ten-speed whose spokes spun fireworks when the sun caught you in flight. My new lens drew you out of that winter day. My nose pressed against the cold plastic like your first signs of womanhood…
Under a Daylight Moon by Mary Rogers-Grantham
Under a Daylight Moon by Mary Rogers-Grantham At noon, a woman plants lilies. She hums, as if expecting someone to join her. The moon is pale, the sunlight pristine, an earthworm pushes through a fresh mound of black dirt. The woman inhales spring. She hums again. ### Mary Rogers-Grantham’s poems have appeared in various publications,…
The Grapefruit by Lauren Hunt
The Grapefruit by Lauren Hunt My fingers barely close around the grapefruit. I feel the weight and size of it, how the rind gives And stretches and rolls in the palm of my hand, The missing half of a long forgotten morning prayer. This grapefruit is a memory, aged but precious. I am a child…
Dancing in Trance: Drenched in the Divine by Kavita Venkateswar
Dancing in Trance: Drenched in the Divine by Kavita Venkateswar Flutes of the bamboo tremble The thrum of the gamelan Resonates under my feet Strike of the mallet Metallophones ring Strings, rebab, rise In symphony Cacophony I tremble Flutter Quake Crash! It is she She comes for us Crash of the gong wadoan pendulous breasts…
blind hope blues by by henry 7. reneau, jr
blind hope blues for trena riley by henry 7. reneau, jr the blues toil within a gilded, circular vacuum. when the Mason jar tilt sideways hobbled lightening bugs illuminate the world inside their glass cage with the last remaining light casting a shadow on the sun, beauty within emptiness, hidden in plain sight. we are…
Killer Cocktails and Marshall Swindles by Jillian Garner
Killer Cocktails and Marshall Swindles by Jillian Garner I want to know what if feels like to play chess with death. Walking into that shared hospital room everyday, Your killer cocktails waiting to creep into your prosthetic veins. To kiss your whimsical strands, They’ll be gone soon anyways. To shuffle to the bathroom, Your…