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Music Mash: Nico & Sammy Slabbinck

by fyarlgiles


I’ll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don’t know
I’ll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you’re home

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
‘Cause I see you

I find it hard to believe you don’t know
The beauty that you are
But if you don’t let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you won’t be afraid

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
‘Cause I see you

“I’ll be Your Mirror” by The Velvet Underground & Nico

Artwork by Sammy Slabbinck:

The Lonely Man’s Monster

by fyarlgiles


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.


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

Memory’s Stain

by fyarlgiles


I have swallowed

The bitter suns of yesteryear

They bend and spin


so I can feel the gentle

ache of

 pasts forgotten

and unseen

“The Past Has Come Today”  by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Sarah Cruce

Art Mash: Monkey See, Monkey Vroom

by fyarlgiles


“Giant Monkey Bike” by Steven Quinn


1970s Kinks Promo of Apeman

A Voice without a Veil

by fyarlgiles


With a tongue sharp

and unafraid

I  pierce


  muted in-betweens

scarlet hues


browns and blues

with only modesty

 to lose

“A Voice without a Veil” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: “Wildlife” by The White Deer

In the Still of the Night

by fyarlgiles


leafless birch trees stretch across the line

between the past

and the present.

Memories caught in between

slip through,

blossoming like moonflowers

in the cover of evening.

And there, below,

with time as my halo,

I bay

like a hound

mourning the day

“Night Howl” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Sarah Cruce

A Man’s World

by fyarlgiles


Sons and daughters follow close

in footsteps stained with tragedy

 I make dull your brilliant shades

of joy and wondrous honesty

You’ll see me soon

a cool disgrace

naked in the blaze of day

my cowardice

my slow deceit

upon your limbs like brown decay

but on this morn

I’m strong and bold

a hero in your books and hymns

a face of calm

that won’t betray

my dears, 

remember me this way

“The Father” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Sammy Slabbinck

Taste of a Woman

by fyarlgiles


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


all that you are

“Hunger” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Pledant:


by fyarlgiles


copper cricket

in the shadow

cursed with cheerful melody

all your chirping

deafens you

to blue notes

in your


“Animus” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse


by fyarlgiles



flower from the glowing moons

that dance to rhythmic beams of white

In a glimmer, they embrace

the pulsing beat of space

and time

“Moondance” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: “Hush now baby” by Sammy Slabbinck: