This was made for the generations,
Like the creamiest malt.
From the cherry nipping apparatus
Can you see the bugling brasses,
Prancing viola playing lasses,
Chimneyswept vesper flashes?
Is that really me? Could it be my fault?
To the ashes,
Only diamonds of time
Well hope to exalt.
Smell is fell.
and maybe a bit of soap.
The gearing vault.
An engine of a man
Ought never grind to total halt,
Until his ash in the pan
filters into my salt.
Harrison Gross, USA
in the darkness, all things are
possible, pitch black necessity,
eyes closed, searching and
perceiving beyond the light,
in a vacuum of fear, no crevice or
splinter, there could be anything
waiting, persisting, created,
a voided perception, the starless
bright, unlit, lying before the heart
a rotating enchantment, pulsing
vital, in lively dark hue.
Ras Dia, USA
I remember my first kiss
I remember my first journal
I remember the tick tock silence
(I remember) of my grandma’s house
I remember when I dreamed
(I remember) only in the future tense
I remember the way we felt
(I remember) all the emotions at the same time
I remember when blue was my favorite color
I remember before you came and changed my life
I remember everything and nothing of my childhood
I remember his heat and
(I remember) his laugh but
(I remember) it only happened some times
I remember for only a second
(I remember) I doubted it
I remember being alone in the bathroom with a scissor in my hand
I remember crying, loving, longing, hating
I remember every glance in the mirror made me gag
I remember you giving me hope
I remember you bringing me home.
Teresa Mason, USA