Lit Mash: Her Sexual Awakening

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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

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Await Anxious


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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

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Flourish

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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

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Show Him Every Star

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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:

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