in the african twilight
an abyssinian nightjar
came to me
mournful
and
broken
for he could not speak–
he stepped into my palm
cautiously
so that I could hold
his silent will
against my own–
and we were two
voiceless creatures
alone
together
” I See Myself in Him” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
The Facing by Patty Maher
Arthropda by Nicholas Lockyer
And They Will Lean this Way Forever by Suzanne Koett
Double Take by Kieran Sperring
Beware of the Obvious by Michael Harford
Honey Art by Bryan Olsen
Normalization by Eugenia Loli
Once,
I slipped my hand into the pocket of your winter coat
and found the stolen slivers
of a woman’s scowl.
I put back all
but
an eyebrow
that bends effortlessly into
ocean
and sky–
it can be pinned on
in naked moments to
erase
all signs of me.
and
Though it bites
with the dull pain of a rotting tooth,
I cannot bear to live
without it
“The Things We Keep” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Barbie” by Jordan Clark
our bruised and battered sky
weeps–
suspended
in scars
from the passionate strikes of
a relentless summer heat.
She
is all that remains of a day
too cruel to be unseen.
“Marked” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Brain Ticket” by Richard Vergez
http://society6.com/RichardVergez/Brain-Ticket_Print
I feel the dull but insistent teeth of your dinner fork
tugging at moth holes
in my sun dress
asking for me to be more bare
for you
more raw
for you
and so I let them needle away
until the threads are unknotted
and the cloth falls to the floor, and
I am
all that you want me to be
“Your Toy” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Sleep When You Die” by Kieran Sperring
There’s Just no Privacy Anymore by Michael Hartford
http://society6.com/MichaelHarford/Theres-Just-No-Privacy-Anymore_Print
Surveillance by Tyler Hewitt
http://society6.com/TylerHewitt/surveillance-tn4_Print
Exposed Film on Fire by Rebecca Roe
http://society6.com/rebeccaroe/exposed-film-on-fire_Print
American Gun by Jesse Drexler
http://society6.com/jessedraxler/American-Gun_Print
Circle Heads 2 by Steven Quinn
Folded up
in this wrath that
flows like
a river from my lonely gut,
is a purple wound–
unhealed–
that cries and cowers with your children,
pleading for the pain
to die.
“In Me” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “She” by Steven Quinn
You see
her apricot shoulders
dressed with auburn wisps
that —drift—- drift
like feathers into the clouds above.
Hovering over your
hungry stares,
delighted,
she parts her plum, puckered lips
to free a stirring sigh
that breaks your body
and blurs your mind.
She
is the most heavenly dessert
you will never
taste.
“The Voyeurs” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Alicia Ortiz
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