through a light caramel
blended into the atmosphere
like tiny colorful
within a painting.
the words so gentle and still in precision– being plucked from the bag of
how they thoughtfully and ever so graciously dilute the route of syntax, sprinkling
the leaves in fields with poppy seeds.
the third caramel elixir
goes down as I look through
its emptiness and see her naked
body standing beside me.
she opens the window and carefully
brings a flame towards her mouth,
making sure she leaves
patterns in the wind
as tiny dancers lunge
from her parted lips.
E. Eliot, USA
Not that salvation materializes from
talk only. Also,
escape can not live in a
lotus position; five sun salutations
later everything is louder
I can’t seem to learn enough French
restyle my kitchen flippantly
tear down those memories until all the
faces are shattered
Our cacophony loops still–
the overlapping shouting and silence
the footsteps heavy
that door, resounding.
Joy Donnell, USA
smiling daughters scheme a shadowed
tryst, a trio for two; beautiful
pirates hoisted away in panting
disposition, their pinned legs
offend a dubious mope, who
pleasantly mocks fatigue, while
drinking in their offense, he,
knowing all too well of trembled
whispers, looks on to the
kitchen, as they sneak but tarry on.
Ras Dia, USA