this walk
is one
of
many colors.
and your
teeth are stained
with many
lies.
the burnt toast
and coffee.
let’s start the
mourning.
the clock in
the background
tells me it’s
time.
Kari Pickering, USA
this walk
is one
of
many colors.
and your
teeth are stained
with many
lies.
the burnt toast
and coffee.
let’s start the
mourning.
the clock in
the background
tells me it’s
time.
Kari Pickering, USA
On the milky margin drifts
a ship, rocking like a tired soldier,
war-torn and indifferent beneath
the gauzy halo of the moon
From the shore I watch her lurching,
a to-and-fro motion that sets me dizzy
until my vision is a narrow tunnel
wrestling with the raging sea
Frothing, the mighty beast
licks her heaving wooden sides
and I wonder at her fortitude,
which is more than I can manage
On the sand I am steady, sheltered
and yet I feel the deck beneath my feet,
battered and buffeted I brace for ill weather
and watch the clouds closing in
Sarah Williams, USA
You fall through hidden burrows,
Through the center of the
Earth,
Chasing White Light down
Dark Hallways.
You are bigger than your foes but
You are wide-eyed and
Young, and
Their Red Lies bleed quick through your
Porcelain Skin.
You live a fantasy life,
Holding fast to false friends and
Make-believe dreams
But
When you come out the other side
You will see things differently,
The world backwards, and
Upside down and
You,
Trapped behind the glass, a
Frozen mirror.
Your mouth moves but
Nothing comes out.
J. Bodwell, USA