Sometimes
I am a striking rod of Violet-white–
shooting fast
through bombs of thunder and swollen rainclouds
on unsuspecting summer eves.
I am fleeting, but sharp.
an intense shock of brilliance and pain
that others fear
and admire.
But when the night implodes
in a mushroom cloud of fury and fire,
I too
become plain
and pale–
A Nothingspecial
floating, unnoticed,
through the day
like ash.
After the death
After the peace
are the gravestones
topped with fuzzy moss and sun-dried tears.
and
the slimy, felt moaning
of infinity–
rolling slowly into every coffin
and every urn.
There is no place but here
for there is no place
at all
“Afterdeath” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Hugo Barros
http://society6.com/hugobarros/nature-x_Print
there was a night last December
when your cherubic fingers
broke off
and slid into my ear
because they couldn’t bare to feel for you
anymore.
Your parts,
like me,
know that you are more
than they are–
grander
and meaner
cleverer
and more masterful
but you
can touch no one
without them
” Your Parts” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Jesse Trees
slick puddles of a rainbow destroyed
lay like bubbling ponds
in the boiling August sun.
Waiting patiently
to singe the skin off my feet
and leave in its absence
vibrant, waxy splotches
of fuchsia
and brilliant topaz
that make me New
and young
again
“The Burn of Reinvention” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Dessi Terzieva
There is a mountain
betwixt the hearts of lovers
That cannot be climbed
nor eroded
by the prickles of hail
It sits
through iron-willed blizzards
and roaring fires.
unshaken.
unmoving.
None have tried to break it
or tunnel through it’s chest
Instead, they dream right passed it
and so
it falls
to dust.
“Betwixt Lovers” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Ayman Zedani
I bask in the mist
of forgotten monsoons and slow-crawling moons.
Where my naked back,
strong and silky,
pleads for the brilliance of electric green blasts
to ride above me
in explosions that leave sparks
in my hair.
and scars on my neck
that will never fade away
like time seems to do
“In Time for Forever” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Steven Quinn
http://society6.com/terra3/Sleep-sz1_Print
Artwork by Steven Quinn
http://society6.com/terra3/Drive-tQf_Print
THE END!
Today concludes our second series, Basic Instinct!
Stay tuned for some pretty cool stuff, including several of
Louis C.K.’s Early Short films!
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Coming Up:
Named for the famous line in Brian DePalma’s rendition of Carrie, this theme will take a look at anxiety, vouyerism, and fear of judgement as well as unconventional pieces (poetry, short dramedies, prose) by our favorite stand-up comedians.
I want to mention that we have a lot of cool stuff for this collection including several of
Louis C.K.’s early short films!
We can’t wait to share!
Pieces that look at ambition, fixation, neuroses, and superstition
Artwork by Steven Quinn:
http://society6.com/terra3/Taking-notes_Print
& Sammy Slabbinck
The Show Tell Project 