A resentful heart
splintered and stale
settles slowly
like the angry tides
that thrash before the radiant sun
then smack the shore
tired and defeated
but wiser than before
“Wise Old Sea” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Sarah Cruce
http://www.society6.com/sarahcruce
“In art as in love, instinct is enough.” Anatole France
Artwork by Alex Eckman-Lawn
With a tongue sharp
and unafraid
I pierce
through
muted in-betweens
scarlet hues
through
browns and blues
with only modesty
to lose
“A Voice without a Veil” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Wildlife” by The White Deer
I doze in the grove with the sun on my nose
where gentle wolves laze
on orange afternoons
together
we breathe in
a cloud of pollen and salty sky
tangled up in the bloom of may
dirt on my face
on my back
in my hair
a beast in the wild
where I belong
“The Pack” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Adahy” by Chris Tate:
She is the taste that leaves me withered
and sore
but still
My lips tremble in anticipation of her
I crave endlessly
her porcelain shoulders
slim and flushed
against satin sheets and velvet pillows
devour me
til dawn
til death
let me
inhale
all that you are
“Hunger” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Pledant:
marble bones
shuffle
as the ancient city
groans
“Rage Quake” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by tareco
There is an icy ocean that stirs in my fingers and toes
a vivid body of aquamarine,
deep and whole
that moves me into lush gardens
and sparkling kingdoms
where new life flows
from the stars in my eyes
“The Source” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Sarah Cruce
http://www.society6.com/sarahcruce
“I am a cage, in search of a bird.” Franz Kafka
Artwork by The White Deer
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