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 Aug 2016
Joanna Oz
here,

in the steamy, pulsing
***** of summer.
here, in the wet of it.
here, in the sticky mess of it.

here,
in the undertow of a humid human storm.
here, in the midmorning fog.

here,
in the tip-toeing of august mud.
here, in the thick of the last gasp before the plunge
into the darkness of autumn.

here, in the center
of the heart of the spiral of this endless cycle.
here,

in the bull's eye of summer.
After I wrote this (7.28.16), I found out the eye of Taurus would be positioned next to the moon and visible to the naked eye during the wee hours of night.
The universe speaks in mysterious ways.
 Aug 2016
Joanna Oz
I am laced up in black.
Spurs skidding sparks at my heels,
striding up a leaf-smothered hill
during the golden hour.
Sun splayed upon my cheekbones,
holding hands with my long shadow,
grenade-pin heart, and brewing eyebrows.

I am forgetting what it sounds like
to lean into your slinking shoulder,
covering the aroma
of your neck's skin
with coffee grounds and wolfsbane
too ardent to taste like your mouth.

I am humming to myself, juicy and thick,
to slice your silence into fragments
that disintegrate ashen through my fingertips.
Just like the parting look you gave me,
sterile-eyed and hazy.

I am all splinters and sinkholes,
a tragic reminder that things do not remain intact
especially when you chase them.
My lips are glued to the horizon, begging the sun
to watch the dance of the moon,
enchanted and writhing.
 Aug 2016
Keith Wilson
And  when  his  usefulness  had  gone.
They  just  cast  him  aside.
And  on  the  final  downhill.
He  began  to  slide.

Rejected  after  all  his  work.
Visions  now  all  gone.
He  knew  full  well  his  time  was  near.
He  knew  he  had  not  long.

As  an  old  man  disillusioned.
And  weary  from  his  fight.
He  spent  in  sad  remembrance.
His  final  lonely  night.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.
 Aug 2016
Adrianna Donna May
I'd like to walk and let the sky fall
Bountiful be the universes miracles
That crack open my skull
And paint the shattered white glass
Mercilessly the fragments of the past
The sacred secrets of the stars tremble and then echo
Until ringing to a roar at long last
I'd like to walk and let the sky fall
Then gifted with courage
to crack open my soul
 Aug 2016
Torin
We will live,
In the sun burst that guides us through morning,
In the song of jubilant worship,
In the arms of the light,
In the hands
And the mind
We will live

As I couldn't ever touch without the feeling,
And I couldn't ever feel unless I know,
We will live as the dreamers of bodies,
Surrounded by shadows

We will live
In the scars of constellations,
In the beauty once wrought with despair,
In the hair of a sunrise,
In the skin
And the heart
We will live

As I couldn't ever see without your gaze,
And I'm only ever painted as your eyes,
We will live as the truth to believe in,
Surrounded by lies
 Aug 2016
beth fwoah dream
"where the sun smoothes the dust-dry earth"  

the summer is not poetic,  
what is there in the gold
of the sun to write about?
just the heat and the stones
washed flat.  
the signs say you can't swim.
everything has stopped.  
there is no music in the air,
the mornings shrill and hum,
the afternoons drowse with beer.
is the ocean going to wake for me?
will it dance like a flower?  
along the dust black roads
the tarmac starts to sweat.  
torn open the thundering roads,
there is no poetry in them either.  
everywhere there are green leaves
and little drops of peace in the shade.
this is old (from the book) but i thought i'd share it following a bit of a heat wave this week!
 Aug 2016
Finley in Despair
being with you is like being
where the sea meets the sky
if you wake up one day gorgeous
to find that I'm gone
know that is where I am
in the sunlight
keeping warm
waiting
for you
 Jul 2016
Stephan


I would have dreamt you
a long time ago,
if had I known
you would come true
 Jul 2016
skaldspiller
Next year
Tickets somewhere under 1500 round trip
Airbnb 30 a night
Train passes around 100
1 week in london
1 in dublin
Where I might stay indeffinately
If i dont get into grad school
And find a job
And get a visa
Plus spending money.
Anyway the point is
I need to get out of this town
And probably this country.

And maybe
Ill see you.
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