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 Feb 2015 Invocation
Tom McCone
a dull and cyclic shimmer
on the surface of a slow
life, an evaporation held under
the fingertips of passage.

priority, like the flow
of days ain't matter
much.
the mind reels.

importance once was mulch,
out in the garden.

this new foraging-ground,
syllables, all good exists
as the shadow of action. all
evil lies in the same stroke.

under heaving clouds, dissolving
we, sway with or without purpose.

say you knew certainty,
for i can barely imagine truth.

a small & flittering day.
guess i been thinking alot, is all.
 Feb 2015 Invocation
Tom McCone
let rise this scene from
the air, as clouds' coalescence:

in a dream took steps,
as in reality. breathe.
don't make the same
mistakes. don't hold
nothin' too tight. don't
forget to daydream.

vision returns in waves,
the horizon softly aglow.
we are in a car and don't
seem to know where to
go. twigs on the sidewalk.
ghosts of ghost towns.
lullabies starin'. out the
rear passenger window.

[i cut this song out, and stood up anew]

and thought:
could i find
your eyes in strangers,
as heavens evaporating,
or at all?
forgot not to daydream
oh well
 Dec 2014 Invocation
Devon Webb
I want you to
pick something.
It can be anything:
integrity,
last Thursday,
your grandmother's
socks.
I don't care what it is
but I want you to
pick that something
out of all the
other somethings
and I want you to
believe in it,
I want you to
scrunch your eyes
up tight and
slow your breathing and
put all your energy
into that singular
belief.
And while you are
busy believing in that
something
I will believe
in you.
 Dec 2014 Invocation
Devon Webb
I'll make you a
noose of
kisses
around your neck
 Nov 2014 Invocation
Wild Myths
I exist as a mirror
Wild lights have glazed over your skin
My whispers are tarnished
Our bodies a shield
Against the coming chills of a brittle wind

I linger with a breeze-like touch,
It comes out hoarse and swollen.
Thoughts  uttered with a breath of regret
Or a sigh of relief.

Your face turns foreign, a mesh of dark warmth
A light without the sun.
We’re all a wounded red
on the inside.
 Nov 2014 Invocation
SG Holter
Today, I have nothing to give.
my soul's back is weak.
eyes narrow at any source
of light.

I have carried my whole life.
now I can barely support the weight
of my own intentions.
today, I am the child inside that

every grown man hides.
my hands feel small, and I drown
in my workman's clothes.
even light things seem heavy.

today, I praise the fact that I have
warm arms to lean my head into.
soft lips against my forehead.
soft fingers tracing the lines

of my face. today, I will reap the
reward for all my years of hard
work. all the times I stood up like
the only adult in a room full of

grown-ups. today I allow myself
weakness. softness. inactivity.
today I'll let the man sleep, so the
boy can come out. and cry.
 Nov 2014 Invocation
SG Holter
Two months in love; two
decades they feel.

every morning we wake up
older, yet newborn.

I give you a rose with every
moon. soon I will have

to plant you a garden.
one petal for every sweet word.

one thorn to protect you from
each unkind one they'll speak.

beautiful arms. crimson kevlar.
daggers of green. sweet shields...

to believe beyond belief. leap,
choose flight over fall.

many name us naïve.
they do not know:

to loving artists, every day
is new year's eve,

year
zero.
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