Don’t get Sassy,
fiery hellmouth.
Artwork by Steven Quinn
http://society6.com/terra3/Drive-tQf_Print
Artwork by Steven Quinn
http://society6.com/terra3/Drive-tQf_Print
the mind’s ever-discerning eye
watch
as it wanders around
bodies
unbound
leave the lazy ground
from the tops of toes
above humidity’s hum
fruit flows
from consciousness’s stream
heavy heads open and fall
legs
step in
to let
eyes
look out
“Mind’s Eye” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Paper Whistle
She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun, and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace, and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight. So this was a marriage! She had been summoned to behold a revelation. Then Janie felt a pain remorseless sweet that left her limp and languid.
Zora Neale Hurston Their Eyes Were Watching God
Artwork by Leigh Viner
the discomfort of familiarity with consistency
gnaws at necks
slides down the spine
and taunts with time
once
hours would fly then fall
wine white would bloom burgundy blood
pale purple cotton clouds would wave through black blue skies
memories would meld with dreams
and dance in the lush possibility of each impossibility
the dulled murky mind longs to return to such a time
when i was mine
“Taunting Time” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Marko Koeppe

it’s unclear
as to why
every mirror
insists
on throwing your face
in front of me
“Mirror” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Carrion House
with a dark fiery flourish
everything collapses
slow and unsteady
the biting beat
emanating from sour souls slipping to sleep
once bold
brash
brutal
unapologetically indulged
slurped up the spit of the sea
blew bubbles at the sky and laughed as it cried
earned exquisiteness
all ends should be so utter
so complete
“Flourish” by Meaghan Merrifield
“Die in Despair / Live in Ecstasy” by Eugenia Loli
http://society6.com/EugeniaLoli/Die-in-Despair–Live-in-Ecstasy_Print
For the first time, I cradle him
he is dense and warm like a loaf of freshly baked bread
The smell of life
waiting
to take shape
envelops me in a puff
of
coral wind
as planets curl and twist
on the horizon
I show him where the soil turns
and softens in the rain
so that beauty may bloom
He too
was once a bud
waiting to come forth
in the tender light of June
“Show Him Every Star” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Bene Rohlmann:
http://society6.com/pearpicker/p7vtM_Print
a glorious gust
of bellowing wind
swept me up
and blew me round
through honey-colored
dew and lace
above the tame and hollow town
the thrill of flight
was full
but brief
for dust that travels
with the breeze
must always settle in the ground
in cracking bricks
of dismal peace
-Angie
Artwork: “Flying High” by Vin Zzep:
http://society6.com/vincepezzaniti/flying-high-VVN_Print