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 May 2014 Tanya Sol
Curtis
Telescope
 May 2014 Tanya Sol
Curtis
To stare into the craters of the moon
Is a reminder that we will be returned soon
To the grips of a black holes' tomb
And this, brings the furthest feeling from gloom
From death something new will always bloom
Please do not be afraid
Breathe in the air, deeply,
Knowing fully that you are alive.
And even if you were to die,
Right now, right here,
You wouldn't really die.
Flesh decays; it grows frailer with age.
And where it once was,
Your soul remains.
 May 2014 Tanya Sol
Sarah Spang
The sun is a star in someone else's sky
The earth is a dust fleck, drifting on by
The moon is nothingness, just barely there
Between non-existence and thought caught on air.

Maybe you're nothing, and then so am I
But to me you are everything seen by these eyes.
 May 2014 Tanya Sol
Sarah Spang
I never wanted you to be
A picture on a glowing screen
Each word I speak of you could be
The soft words of a eulogy.

I wanted to knife my tongue today
To spit it out and throw away
I crooned your name in gentle lilt
Like a hand trailing over silk.

I thought it would choke me then
And it would drown me once again
I held my breath and really tried
To keep you locked away inside.

Instead the floodgates lost their clasp
And I could only stop and gasp
As it all encompassed me
I sunk down deep beneath the sea.

Ocean eyes I do recall in
Each return in early fall
Holding tight to the belief
In each gold arc, and scarlet leaf...

That my dream would be your dream
Instead of just a memory.
But all that was is nothing now
And all this is will not match how
It could have been, it should have been
And never will it be again.

The dam I built against the dream
Found me today in tiny stream
In rivulets I let you through
The person that I had once knew

I broke the surface to breathe
And felt the moisture take its leave
Pent you up behind the wall
Until the rain decides to fall.
His brass-plated nickel twists—
a tangled rope looping on itself
         looping around a thumbtack
looping around your throat.

Teardrop gems in brass saucers
fall in jangling rivulets, streams
of crystalline blues. Wrung
from shades of sky, cloudless
summer and midnight indigo,
they shape-shift in shadows
                                    drip—
                         drip—
          dripping from the s-curve
of a bronze body crusted
in blues, blacks, and greens.

A flower is carved under
each jewel, a map of a bird’s nest—
                  a map to a bird’s nest,
           like he might forget in the small,
                  dark hours of the morning where he belongs.

                  Home is not dangling from a bookshelf.
           Through lamplight and sunlight
his stares due west.
 May 2014 Tanya Sol
Sarah Spang
By and by and breath by breath
I Find that I have nothing left.
I am the skin laid out to dry;
The flayed, scraped creature that had to die.

I watched the sun's trip through the sky from
Sunken pits, these empty eyes:
Its gentle pace on through the trees to
Scarlet death on cloudy seas.

I felt the day rob from my veins
I longed for dusk, I prayed for rain
To fill me up, and quench the yearn
From hollowness to seek return.

I petrified here without you
I burned and withered and I knew:
By and by and breath by breath
I've given all, I'll give what's left.

And I'm still here, completely bereft
Where you placed me when you left.
 May 2014 Tanya Sol
Sarah Spang
Set down your oars, yield to the sea
Go back to the sky to become free.
Lay down your head and close your eyes
And listen as the world goes by.

Weary traveler rest your feet
Soften your breath and go to sleep.
 May 2014 Tanya Sol
Sarah Spang
If I was a mountain

That soared towards the sky,

With craggy snow caps

And stormy grey eyes-



Then you'd be the clouds

That swaddled my peak,

That silenced my thunder

When I tried to speak.



If I was the earth

The desert, in fact:

With arid dry soil

And mud, baked and cracked-



You'd be the rain

The downpour that soothed;

The balm to my bruises,

Relief to my wounds.



If I was the Moon

In the indigo night,

With stars as my blanket

And silver; my light-



Well you'd be the Sun

Just always behind

That lent me your glow

And caused me to shine.
 May 2012 Tanya Sol
Chris Smark
I think:
the hammer blows of love
will always be glancing.
Chipping my soul sideways.

But I know:
that if I'm ever struck full-force,
I shall surely shatter.

— The End —