Bee Ethel

Jun 2016

Stu Harley

A Set of Wings

through
all
the
twists and turns
the
owl moon
born
with
a
set of wings
drift across
the
river Jordan

Jun 2016

Stu Harley

Marmalade Eyes

the
royal male lion of Africa
king of the jungle
who
rules
the pride
sits on his thrown
with
marmalade eyes

Jun 2016

Eve Estelle

The Sapphire Letter

The warmth of summer has faded,
And now the leaves begin to turn;
Drifting upon the winds of autumn,
A raven carries a message.

On wings of black,
Clutched in talons -
A bottle sent from the wreckage.
The letter within is wrapped with ribbon,
And sealed with a cork of sapphire;

Flying up and over the ridge,
The bottle is delivered from Fate's grasp -
It falls into the hands of a figure by a fire,
A traveler who observes with the eyes of Melampus.

#letter #misc #omen

Jun 2016

Nicholas James Paradis

Binary Senses

You can delete me off of every single digital existence you or I have created, I will always remember your eyes in the light of the Sun or the Moon. You will always remember mine. Our gravity will never die. These waves of mine could not stop as that would unhinge the conciousness of minds, yet if the proper stars were aligned, yours and mine could change the tide.

Jun 2016

Emily B

it's my friday

And I sit reviewing my week

I dyed my linen petticoat
With cherry bark
And iron oxide.
I have five colors now.
Almost enough
For a box of crayons.

I pulled weeds
And planted garlic chives
And two kinds of gourds.

Hoed the garden
In between rains.

Baked biscuits
Twice.

Picked old Bob
A bag full of kale.

Spun some yarn.

Ground corn meal
With a big stick.

Pulled more weeds.

Started cleaning
And drying
Chicory root.

And more stuff
I can't remember.
No wonder I am
Tired.

Jun 2016

Alin

thyme fields

whisper a whisper of their shine:

“You can only see me if you are true
You can only be me if you are true”

I assume a purple
then

a flower

rocked by the wind

dancingly
embody

a shape of its stem

and its roots

serenely
deliver

All of my

desires

one by one

to
She

She
the ever knowing
the ever loving
receiver

disperses
the waves

in waves

through
particles

to equilibrate

by her
ever present
awareness

this
subtle

Tune of
Unification

curlingly
raises
towards
a crest

of a
single
wavelength

of
light

and
touches

touches
Me

Me

the
color of
thyme fields

for a while
just

#alin #lalin