Sin Nombre | Stan Morrison
I matter as an absolute
with no name or title
I am tangible and visible
connected by sense/feeling
I am on life’s continuum
a tactical thread in the fabric
I am because I am because
I need no explanation
consciousness poems
Moonshadow | Diane Woodward Dorff
“And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
Act 3, Scene 2, Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare
stalking the sun
moonshadow
overtakes a blaze
a brilliant crescent of the furnace sun
penumbra of celestial movements
as the shadow spreads
like a silent bell
like the eyes of a wolf closing slowly
in the summer dusk
stealthy in the daylight sky
moonbreath
respiration
like lifting of the deep green leaves
grown fat with summer
breath as silent as a hungry cat
moving slowly on
the flaming prey
moonfrost
the curtain cool with darkness
spreads its shade
sending thoughts of sleep
into the darkening air
to the obliging beasts
who sleep when cool dark
comes
moonsong
we stand below
we listen
through the hush of glasses
shadows humming
whispering like silent snow
music soft behind our shaded eyes
moonfire
as the moon arrives
the solar rim ignites a
crown, corona
dogged moon scrapes
its ragged rim
conflagration
blazing beads of fire
and thoughts of diamond rings
and then
totality
Step Away | Tara Lynn Hawk
With loss bundled into my being
I exile myself and my Ovidian soul
Singing the songs of time as a burden
for those without a muse
As it fades
Dissolves
Into the cosmos
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Insanity | Ananya S. Guha
Rain scatter, smell
of fruits and armies
of centipedes.
Somewhere a shaft of light
narrows into a path driven insanity. Shrivelled. Narrow alleys, lanes.
Everything. The narrowness disturbs me as the light penetrates into
houses that have no roofs.
Insanity. Me, you completely. The beggar there throws his bowl around, to catch quick response. No one responds. Only insanity wraps it’s warm shawl to cover truths.
Kindness and More…. | Martin A. David
Wisdom
Not doing multiple times that which never worked
Kindness
Not doing multiple times that which hurts
Boredom
Doing multiple times
Absence
Not doing
Existence
Doing
Secret | Tara Lynn Hawk
Lay before me the questions
The ones without answers
The courage in me to make inquiries
Worthy of a self taught,
cognitive mind
Shared complexity honored
Connected by our differences with
no derision
Alone before the abyss
It’s meaning now dead
Consequences expunged
The Roman device of execution
indelibly marks my being
And pushes me into exile
No redemption promised
Nihilism envelopes us
We are abandoned
This our slap back
And the intolerant will continue to
declare offense
Using suffering to explain away evil
Grey and darker it becomes
For they desire us crawling towards a
form of systematic deception which society mandates
we must obtain to remain part of it
But this context of inclusion
I care not to honor
I shall remain to you unredeemed
Awake and always redrafting
the map of my conscience
The secret mine
For now I know
The transcendent longs for me
Statuesque | Ananya S. Guha
Never think again
think once
then thoughts will
reappear as the wind
in apparition, clothed
in colours you can never see
or understand. Statuesque.
Misunderstood | Judy Moskowitz
To be misunderstood
The silent pain
A misplaced person
In a formatted world
Mismatched shoe
Walking through the fog
Of astigmatism
Speaking in tongue
Waiting
For a special delivery
With the excitement of a
Child envisioning a box
Medium in size
Wondering what you had
In mind
But it never arrived
The how or why
No longer matters
Getting lost
In the crossed wires
Of a misunderstanding
Your inner workings ripped
Shredded like tissue
Who misconstrued
When you never existed
Living in My Brain | Russ Cope
Living in my brain
is sweaty and messy,
a complicated affair.
There are many rules
and rituals to follow.
There are many stories
trickling by slowly.
Maybe this all goes
to explain the insomnia.
Bugged | Alan Inman
There is a socket
docket bug wired
tapping into brain
Feeding me all the data
from slopes and days
and loves and years
Just jostle the stem
that holds the information
and it will settle down
like a fine sharp snow.