Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Ojo Taiye- A Poem


GOODBYE II

Goodbye to those
soft hands
Hands that are care craft
Hands that are cologne of comfort
Hands that wipe rains from the
trenches in my river beds
Hands that throttle the empty space
in my skin
Hands that are open clouds

Goodbye to those smiles
Smiles that are birds flying and flying
in my forest
Smiles that are eternity rings
Smiles full of waters

Goodbye to those secret haunts
nights lost in trees
when sickle twirl and whirl through
high canopies

John Pursch- A Poem


John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. Twice nominated for Best of the Net, his work has appeared in many literary journals. A collection of his poetry, Intunesia, is available at http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/whiteskybooks. Check out his experimental lit-rap video at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l33aUs7obVc. He’s @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.



Probability Lozenge

Somewhat immaterial due to the proliferation of time drugs in this quadrant, star field slips by in pebbled onslaught of folding secondhand news, crushing distant thunderclouds in frosted futurity of burbled insects.

“High-eye, Capstan!” salutes the commodious odoriferous loitering remnant of our foisted mate, O’Silly O’Shea Candiru O’Sire-us, father of Maundy a folding charioteer.

Indeed, that would make this Capstan’s Flog, Star Delay irrelevant or at the verily yeasty totally illegible, ineligible for fodder stumps, SoCal seclusion fees, maniacal married cardigans, fleeced mechanics, gloved handicappers, prosthetic limburger, sneezed eruption tetanus ponds, or faintly glorious pastures. Indeed, whodunit is also a smutty point, moldy and snooty, wad with all hands Velcroed to the deck, all dealings relegated to parity dumping corns.

Oh, to have feisty knees against the slinky narrow swans, equipping shoveled sailors with these dazed and kumquat reproved probationary jargon freaks gone silently into amorphously abrogated cotton sheets!

Dateline Hominy Lulus doze attack to screw up a toga three times a lackey? Sol depends on stellar gramophones in orbit surround Upper Disco, sand known once art yelling data smooch of anything, cleavin’ the zero-g fling emissary apple crux-spin wedge sweet noodlings fine them shelved. Sag in, hit all schemes to comely town to these daze. Sand noon when nose mulch about-face value chronology under more.

“Nod me,” gurgled many a junky, phlegm big bad bony behind.

A lone bird flies by in southern space, bashfully unaware of impish endless rerun dimes. Poor Effluent Decatur Rosily-Felt, erstwhile dilapidated rhododendron, leg awl cooed paternal unguent, he’s one thirsty mane from bling so valuable as to slake his unwhetted veterinary surgeon’s most shellfish whistle stop tourniquet for heavier donut leprechauns. Narrower bums cackle and tease the unprecedented sleeper scar in habituated jewelry mode, sawing off the alpine inequity what hovers just below the furry ceiling of low-cropped cumuli in subtle depravation.

“Fly, fly, Capstan Coke!” I filially virally scotched the surd, meaning seizure we opinion ship or sad sale fur spurts unrobed.

“Stall abed foul!” Eye cry, squirting turtledoves from annuli in sodden insurrection, quaking coldly slobbered saliva drowning skinny slippery tanned and tidal dumpling landfill exegetes.

“Lotta execrable quotidian escrow data in themed tarheels,” Kabuki Clem remarks nightly causal out of time-trap slush, just wading down decadal duodenum all inter-swirly on me. “Yippity buzzsaw, Idle scupper yer riding nut clean offal into fanned lethal pumping groin hefty skiff me swan mere chant!”

Eye-eyeful-torpedo-cower, it’s slovenly fairly too warm him or sandy manta or seven Santas fir matted flatulence. Sigh mien ewe chest cramped hall oft hound lop cough immense technicolor weird out a swarming, canny? Occurs knot, a cursive nod, a Corsican knob, occultation jellyroll probability lozenge.

“Are we prehistorically ratiocinate?” Kabuki sacks all knowledgeable disco horse machines, swaddling beans leapt from hysterical Dearth to smeared inviolate lime tines.

“So rack your limbs, sit on bestial icon glue, slurry too sway,” Eye fined my shelf fiercely sputtering in mast-limit lounge act. Shallow copter floats by in thuggish atmosphere, means we mustard on reentered phlegm slow Dearth obituary colloquy.

“Tat’s wad crude can tergiversation wheel get ewe!” Kabuki cackles, faking his fistula, serrating unto thyme release.

Eye slam on emergent seals, porpoise leash bet necked accessory, paltry of nanoseconds to spire, scathing the crude ship aforementioned slump wherewithal duo buoy pone rewax. Cowed mangy stagecoach tires dude yawn ding Kabuki’s gunner go through, dime-shopping phlegm wan legacy too an altered? Show lung wheeled pea bay furor heel reel eyes tare alley daze aim?

Pet thyme hasp known capsule suit reverence hear oar ant he wears, morphed mat chatter; Kabuki huff sallow steeples nose’s disk. So, yeah, covered horse he’s jest eschewing hem solve, looting surround galactically, shucking cup marked data, melee bleat heaven fun schmoozing fancy pull-nuts watt are weed-ink sprouting distance, riven sprain pans all a sprocket imp and loadie dingle angle goop dialing sound auric why haze.


Ananya S. Guha- A Poem


Nightly Dreams

grandmother said she was psychic
or, my brother said so
I did not know what it meant
however her deeply troubled
eyes told me that she was uncanny
and when she spoke about a figure
that wandered by the pond every night
opposite the ancestral house
I visited a different world of nightly
dreams, covered the quilt and slept.
 

Saturday, May 14, 2016

Mark Myavec- A Photo


                                                  "Big Eyes"


Alan Garfoot- A Poem


The Emz 

Fly with me my space bound beauty of the stars, 
And see the untold wonder of the universe, 
Your love is a bond stronger than life, 
And soul is the essence of purest infinity. 
  
Do not hurt my sweet tender angel, 
For your woe is because you love so deeply, 
Your heart though blue is as strong as sapphire, 
An immortal’s eternal love in crystalline time. 
  
As we fly in our immortal dream-ship, 
Time and space fold through our will, 
And we trace the skies in the colours of love, 
An unbeatable passion which will resurrect all hope. 
  
Your beauty is as flawless as perfect diamond, 
And love I cherish as like your soft tender touch, 
Your voice has healed me of the savage darkness, 
As your affection saved me from bitter despair. 
  
You are my soul-mate and companion forever, 
At night we drift as spirits through consciousness, 
Through the spirit-web we speak through our dreams, 
As our dragons slowly coil round each other’s forms.

Angelica Fuse- A Poem


Squirm

when I looked
last at 
my arm
there was a small
bump

but the bump
grew larger
a dark shadow
moving inside

tadpole
moving in its
sac

within weeks
it grew to the size
of a strawberry
then an apple

then a small leg
emerged
wiggling in the air

another leg
an arm
a smiling face

I was left with
an open wound
and a sense
of accomplishment.
 
 

Alan Catlin- Three Poems


The Monkey's Raincoat

He was
wearing
the monkey's
red raincoat
when he
came in
and it was
five sizes
too small
He looked
like a
walking
thunder cloud
dripping dirty
wash and wear
water on my
floor
Looked like
he might
be the point
man for
some kind
of strange
invasion


Music Men

They heard
tunes in
their heads
no one else
would ever
hear
They were
so whacked out
on where they
had come from
and where they
were going
they didn't have
any time for
the here
and now
They were
Music Men
lost in
the ozone
and their
plane was
coming down
so fast
you could
see the
spirals
in their
eyes


Cold Meat

The way he's
going he should
have been dead
and buried a
hundred times
or more already
He's cold meat
in the ground
Man
Dead
He's only
walking around
because his body
doesn't know yet
that his head
is gone