“The Invisibles” by Hugo Barros
Tag: life
Hello, Deer
Howdy
Childhood
Grassland Blues
After the death
After the peace
are the gravestones
topped with fuzzy moss and sun-dried tears.
and
the slimy, felt moaning
of infinity–
rolling slowly into every coffin
and every urn.
There is no place but here
for there is no place
at all
“Afterdeath” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Hugo Barros
http://society6.com/hugobarros/nature-x_Print
You are in the Past
there was a night last December
when your cherubic fingers
broke off
and slid into my ear
because they couldn’t bare to feel for you
anymore.
Your parts,
like me,
know that you are more
than they are–
grander
and meaner
cleverer
and more masterful
but you
can touch no one
without them
” Your Parts” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Jesse Trees
The Burn of Reinvention
slick puddles of a rainbow destroyed
lay like bubbling ponds
in the boiling August sun.
Waiting patiently
to singe the skin off my feet
and leave in its absence
vibrant, waxy splotches
of fuchsia
and brilliant topaz
that make me New
and young
again
“The Burn of Reinvention” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Dessi Terzieva
Lit Mash: Her Sexual Awakening
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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