A piece of Morning dove in
to splash my chest with fresh sea salt.
I ran my naked fingers over her
belly
swollen with rainwater
but soft,
for she was cloaked
in wispy cotton
clouds
and flecks of broken sun.
My head was plain
before today,
but its flame has been rekindled.
For she will forever
wriggle playfully between the dips in my knees
spreading sunshine over
my brown bones
“A Piece of Morning dove in” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Sarah Cruce
The maiden has an appetite
for the sour fog
of stolen love.
For those
sickly, amber winds that
chide her bare heart
and
make her feel crooked
in the knotted night
where she dreams,
restless
and alone
“The Maiden has an Appetite” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Vinagre” by Hugo Barros
Birds in heaven
twinkle with every blink
of her mind’s eye
their luminous bodies
drift into
murky dreams
and rinse away
the filth of fear
so that her visions may rise
“Birds in Heaven” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Koppe” by Hugo Barros
I see you there
frail, fennec fox
your paws tarnished by the rage of a sandstorm
your knees buckling under
the pressure of my gaze
unblinking.
When the desert pales, and the day retreats,
You
will coat
my yellow throat
with blood
“I See You There” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Pope Saint Victor
I’ve noticed an increase in exploding heads
It is
alarming but pleasant
like the scent of wild cherry wood
smoldering as the sky dims.
They are the walking end
soothing visions of relief
and loss
with
no eyes to see
no mouths to scream.
Just the fluffy, white bushels of smoke left behind
after a barrage of intensities
too powerful for men
to withstand.
“I’ve Noticed an Increase in Exploding Heads” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork:
“Outburst” by Jumpstick
http://society6.com/JUMPSICK/Outburst-4AT_Print
&
“Loose Canon” by Richard Vargaz
Our mother
was
split in two by the thunderous rattle
of new worlds coming forth.
They pushed through her
and emerged with bright expressions.
New minds flooded with milky dreams
of power
Now, she floats in a blissful sleep,
forever drained of
vigor
and strength
but delighted
by the sound of young chests, pulsing with new life
around her
in an orbit
of her own creation
“Mother of Worlds” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “A Dedication of Visions” by Hugo Barros
I have swallowed
The bitter suns of yesteryear
They bend and spin
eternally
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
a touch of sugar
brown and loving
steals away my quaking nerves
and in their place
a frosted cake
of pleasing pink
to stir desire
“A Moment Free” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Mmmore Space Cake” by Steven quinn
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