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Cicatrix
By Karl Stevenson
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Illuminating wounds in semicircular crevices
Grooves engraved like craters erupting untold tales Tiny fingers run over this painful braille Each sentence reads aloud a distinctive venture of older times The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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Carpe Diem
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Poems by Lana Bella1) CONCRETE I have cast down empires with my sad eyes, draped paramours with crinoline sash beneath sharp blades of guillotines. I fought them to exorcise their hatred, even my prayers fell through dirt searching for water, where rain had dried into wind. It was said if I cry hard enough I will remember my point of departure, before I had to silence everything that left me. So there I was, my mind's hands couldn't steeple into a reprieve, I weighed then the idea of my primordial, of becoming a knot, wrestling in leakage of moral perfidies, drawing mercy from concrete. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Poems by Pushkar Bisht
O Grace, O Grace…
O Grace, O Grace… I beg you and lie down for you, Don’t return, come to me, come to embrace me There is nothing higher than you what amazes fewest of us… Blessed are those, who discover and find it. O Grace, O Grace…. You are beautiful that can’t be seen through external eyes A pure heart needs you that bursts into tears and realize… What a light, opens my heart and bring eternal delight In whatever form you come to me, I will bend and pray on my knees. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Poems by Hima Bindu Kopally
Sputnik A need to slit that heart, to peek and see; and watch how the words flow out from that bilingual brain to the heart of thee. Wait until wounds reach the air, for it to mix in and to device the emotions to flair. There’s no warning, for I’ve already slit your heart, Along the lines of how you’ve made a shelter in my part. Knowing the presence as it is, and with heightened senses edging to know better. To see your extents of imagination, my array of entities strays after. I summon the hints! While you overpower me with them. What makes you, makes me; but undo not what you’ve said, consequences harsh shall be. Under stars you’ve lived under; and air we’ve breathed together. There are also stars which have diminished and deceased and some, fledging to believe. Consider the present train of thought only, for tomorrow is a new day. I might not be alone while you might wander with your muses abound. I want to slit that heart and see, what’s the night that’s meant to be. While crossing your breaths, running out of air to give, thriving off my soul, in spite of your will to live. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Poems by Ashley Mares
Vixen
When I kneeled next to the bed to pray as a child, I would plead God to make me beautiful. Now women look me in the eyes and say You'll make him fall in love – Lust after your scent and fight the urge to intertwine with your metacarpals. When you cock your shoulder your clavicles point towards him like an arrow – Beckoning him to take a step forward. A décolletage worth highlighting with his lips so he can claim her as his. Your laughter hexed him into believing you're the only woman with blue eyes. You're not just a pause between silences. But a voice that sings the only lullaby that will wake him. When his dreams intersect with your skin his eyes remain closed. Her marrow never mixes with his – it stays within the confines of her bones. But he tousles her hair and thinks that's enough. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
[birds of disparate feathers: a confucian call for commonwealth]
By Changming Yuan
QuailBellMagazine.com
Come, come, you peng
From the Zhuangzian northern darkness The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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