Take all your stars
far
far away
but leave me a single, fresh fountain of white
to blow on my windows
and glow in the night
and I’ll howl
at my window til shadows take flight
“Werewolf Tower” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Cardboard Cities
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Shine upon my heart and hands
fill my veins with strength divine
give me bright and blinding light
that paints the truth upon my skin
“Knowledge” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Photo by Fairytale Couture
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in well-worn rooms
dimly lit dreams of love heavily loom
the way the mouth moves when it speaks
the sort of voice you taste before you
hear
inhale
inhale
inhale her
Artwork: Solitude is Bliss by Suzanne Koett
“A Stage Well Set” by Meaghan Merrifield
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Life is a fragmented experience
A flurry unfocused
Art creates magnetic moments, drawing us in
pulling us apart
Simultaneously shielding and revealing
Pushing us to relinquish and reclaim
Opposing ideas meet
Brawl
then into one another they bleed
creating a truth beautifully cohesive
Artwork: “I wish I could fly” by Carolynne Coulson & “B&W” by Cassidy Rae Limbach
Thoughts of Meaghan Merrifield
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You and I can fly like crows
through salted air
and sleeping smoke
nights will welcome
all our pecking
come away
please come away
“Together” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Together” by Brooke Weeber
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A lady brown with loving heat
Sleeping softly in the grass
Her beauty travels in the wind
weaving sweetness into dusk
lazy flowers bow and sway
Then press their bodies to the Earth
stems and petals shine in song
then sleep in comfort til the dawn
“Kamala at Dusk” by Angie Hoover- Hillhouse
Artwork: “It’s All in Your Head” by Valentina Ramos
http://society6.com/valentinaramos
THE BALLAD OF SMEE
There once was an Ogre named Smee
Who had a blue mustache that grew on his knee
He washed it
and combed it
and shined it with wax
Til he smashed it in band with his new tenor sax
Artwork & Silliness by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
To Hear Her
it all returns.
the dark room,
the shrinking veins,
the strong, rageful pumping at her center
it travels like wind
here and then gone
waking and sleeping on a clock of it’s own
Hearing Her by Angie Hoover- Hillhouse
I wrote this several months after my girlfriend broke up with me in 2004. It’s probably published in my high school livejournal along with other evidence of teenage angst. We all used to feel our feelings very publicly in those days. I’m sure I wrote this hoping that she would contact me out of pity. Now I’m marrying a man, and she’s teaching english to impoverished Ecuadorian children.
Artwork by Leigh Viner
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