with no thread of flowers to plant your feet on, and into morning air at a hotel room remembering that’s what home felt like.
Tag: Nature
“Beguiling Sirens” by Tom Alexander.
Let them ruin you a while let them wreck you for a spell
Cover reveal of “Nights in the Snow Garden.”
Based on what I've read in "Letters to Jupiter", I can guarantee you this upcoming collection will be an emotional ride with raw and heartfelt examinations of the self, love, and life.
“My first rain of monsoon 2021” by Priyanci Jain.
Smell, feel, touch and sound I am a rain child
By the canefields at dusk.
From solidarity and desire, the trace of winter’s end, Will I always remember that? I see people Scowled on their prophecies, and dreams from before Are never nearly settled in the impression of first want— With these rhythmic ghosts upon red petals, and in the distance The beauty of the dew—vanishing in deeper silence— Terrifying their own voices nightmarish with unease
thief.
Don’t look for me I won’t look for you.
“THE WRETCH” by Jay Mora-Shihadeh.
The needling of the wind howls in this Barren Cavern Brain Of a man, forlorned.
ii.
if I ever had a dream it was not like this / bone split open and blooms /
Mes mots dans ce rêve.
The likeness of snow-covered heaps on desert-searing nights Of a scathing wind that cursed a name and brought it By the crook of a deserted nest sunbathed by bare hands, Seducing a whistle to the primeval waters that shoehorn rocks Reflected with an awakening flutter within a cold room With lip of ice and loitering hill sides by a pale tide, blistering with mercy;
“Peregrination” by Lon Barry.
The sun is a bastard Whom I love. Moon does not understand I am cheating with soil. The mossbeds rise like breath The crows do not observe, they do not know I cheat With worms.
“Dead Garden” by Nick Pipitone.
dried leaves rustle like fading nightmares, an urge to suck in colors before me
“Murmuration” by Tom Alexander.
A hyper-sensitivity of feeling your art connects across the senses The roughness of ancient bark beneath gentle fingertips A kiss from rock-pool water warm against bare ankles
“Sketch of Homey Cottage” by edenbray.
A white stripe daubed across, broken up from left eye to right there is the cottage
undo all the ties.
I fertilize garden bones as if I would my children preparing first life and then the subtlety the pagala death;
snake and seamstress.
my feet bleed and kiss the ground upon you, sprouting from silhouettes; it beguiles the hassock leaves
stone
in which I am a lady of ash and hair
“Sudden Goosebumps” by edenbray.
I can hear the babble and gaggle of the geese hear them splash as they crash in water
something about you that understands.
this fool world spun in cold-blooded lady i know you
“Jetty Song” by Tom Alexander.
Her fingers tracing mine Lily danced me out of the garden those green eyes brimming lively with purest abandon
“Another Channel” by Nick Pipitone.
i want to feel connected to Mother Earth – wet, black soil after torrential rains swaying tree boughs that yearn to embrace me like old grandmas with calloused hands & toothless smiles
Pseudopsychosis. 