Don’t get Sassy,
fiery hellmouth.
Artwork by Steven Quinn
http://society6.com/terra3/Drive-tQf_Print
Tag: design
The Lonely Man’s Monster
His fingertips
made numb by the chills of solitude
reach out
to feel her body writhe.
She is a cold, wet snake under his touch,
slick and yielding like clay.
Whispers in the stale air agree
that she is a decaying wretch.
Still,
he seeks her spoiled heart
and her cloudy eyes
to save him from seclusion.
“The Lonely Man’s Monster” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Utentes Adormecidos” by Hugo Barros
http://society6.com/hugobarros/Utentes-Adormecidos_Print
Paradise to Keep
A piece of Morning dove in
to splash my chest with fresh sea salt.
I ran my naked fingers over her
belly
swollen with rainwater
but soft,
for she was cloaked
in wispy cotton
clouds
and flecks of broken sun.
My head was plain
before today,
but its flame has been rekindled.
For she will forever
wriggle playfully between the dips in my knees
spreading sunshine over
my brown bones
“A Piece of Morning dove in” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Sarah Cruce
Sour Fog of Stolen love
The maiden has an appetite
for the sour fog
of stolen love.
For those
sickly, amber winds that
chide her bare heart
and
make her feel crooked
in the knotted night
where she dreams,
restless
and alone
“The Maiden has an Appetite” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Vinagre” by Hugo Barros
Birds in Heaven
Birds in heaven
twinkle with every blink
of her mind’s eye
their luminous bodies
drift into
murky dreams
and rinse away
the filth of fear
so that her visions may rise
“Birds in Heaven” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Koppe” by Hugo Barros
Bad apple
She looks sweet
but she’s rotten to the core.
Artwork: “Wild Wilhelm Tell Collage” by Marko Koeppe
http://society6.com/MarkoKoeppe/Wild-Wilhelm-Tell-Collage_Print
Dynamite
I’ve noticed an increase in exploding heads
It is
alarming but pleasant
like the scent of wild cherry wood
smoldering as the sky dims.
They are the walking end
soothing visions of relief
and loss
with
no eyes to see
no mouths to scream.
Just the fluffy, white bushels of smoke left behind
after a barrage of intensities
too powerful for men
to withstand.
“I’ve Noticed an Increase in Exploding Heads” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork:
“Outburst” by Jumpstick
http://society6.com/JUMPSICK/Outburst-4AT_Print
&
“Loose Canon” by Richard Vargaz
Mother of Worlds
Our mother
was
split in two by the thunderous rattle
of new worlds coming forth.
They pushed through her
and emerged with bright expressions.
New minds flooded with milky dreams
of power
Now, she floats in a blissful sleep,
forever drained of
vigor
and strength
but delighted
by the sound of young chests, pulsing with new life
around her
in an orbit
of her own creation
“Mother of Worlds” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “A Dedication of Visions” by Hugo Barros
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