ankles rest in wrists
below knocked about knees
limbs weave
in
around
in
seeking sanctuary
alongside
lukewarm skin
A green eye nestled between faceless,
slate
stones
sits-
as lonely as a mountain.
Beaten, stained,
and abused
by the wandering wind,
it
crumbles into sand
that rests
beneath the heaviness of the ocean.
I am a rock.
“Along the Ocean Floor” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: Thief of the Sun by Tijani Djindjic
there are different ways to concoct a love.
Recipes (Mix one or more, and let simmer – longer for more flavor):
– A brief encounter with a person of beauty, whom you cannot have.
– A friendship that roots like oak, bearing understanding and acceptance.
– Exceptional physical chemistry which dares to maintain despite all else, and which excites curiosity.
– Respect that is reciprocated.
– A requited longing.
– Laughter that grows, not diminishes.
– Mutual goals and complimentary talents, resulting in a smart partnership.
– An adhering to a set of ideals which render love and commitment the only option.
– A drug you find in each other.
– Gratitude so deep you would give all of yourself to repay, but it isn’t enough.
– Being overpowered – for once – and liking it.
– A taste for something you cannot get elsewhere
“Maybe, like alchemy” by Vanessa Cate
Artwork: htrspltn by Filmout
sticky lids give way
no match for the stupid strength
of curious children
eager to consume colors
the colors
which they were promised would swirl
swoop
slow to a still
but unwise eyes shut as quickly as they open
sick from
leaking fat pinks
blubberous boiling blues
seeking to settle back
into beds they remembered to be warm
to forget forever that raging storm
“Forget Forever” by Meaghan Merrifield
What is it about
fair blonde hair
that makes me feel less nervous?
Whether it be warm and gooey
like honey
or pale
and soft like
lemonfeathers,
it always baths my mind in
calm.
So-
just before
the daylight dies
–just before the dawn of dreams
I wish for a woman
with locks of light
to make my night as warm as
tea.
” I wish for a Woman” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: Emotional Ups and Downs & Fogpak #3 by Filmout
I kiss the air for she is me.
In the darkness there’s a body there.
Sultry night on top of me.
I hold myself — I kiss the air.
My body pale make love to thee.
You blind me with black widow hair.
You blind my eyes — I cannot see.
I hold myself and kiss the air.
You seduce with trickery.
You trick me with your shadow snare.
I bare my soul for you to see —
Alas that there is no one there.
“Untitled” by Vanessa Cate
Artwork by Hugo Barros, Louis Riley, and Random Dan; click on photos for more information
Here–
there are
minds ————-lost
in the
fairy-fizzled fog.
Faceless
Galaxius
Smoke
Spellbound
Masquerade
Bring Me Back
Hereafter
Artwork by Jumpstick