I Am More Than Breath and Bone: a.d.matthias

I am more than breath and bone… I am invisible, the interstitial; in the onslaught of existence, I am the space that bears dismissal; I am the ink in the blink, the prose never read, the praise never given, and the truth never bled I am muted, the bitten tongue, the trapped gasp of life…

MOON ATE THE DARK CHALLENGE: INTERVALS IN SESSION – MB

the reason: the lighthouse built in 1874 and lit the same year stood like a resplendent bride against the blue and lavender aging father sky giving her away the edge was just there one four inch move and then the back story: i would gulp my chocolate milk shake with my little fat legs dangling…

MOON ATE THE DARK CHALLENGE: DEVON BROCK

When the moon ate the dark, I went hungry. Hungry – not for stars as dry old rice on a pan, on a counter, in a bowl, but for a blackstrap night – thick, sweet and bitter run on my tongue – on a pancake plain, forked through and wedged out In sections, forty odd…

waltz-Gabriela M.

I waltz into an empty ballroom yesterday the ghost of Maja haunted Goya in the streets hungry demons haunted you effervescence, the molecules of those who’ll never be, a door gets slammed a key gets turned the breath of earth is choked initiation my hair gets caught deep in the coldness of the stars my…

Quotable Poe Week Five-M. A. Morris

How the Stories End   No one would understand why I’m here, so I’m sure you don’t either—at least you don’t yet.  But I promise you will.  I’m going to tell you a story and then you’ll understand.  There is a method, as they say, to this madness.  Oh, and you will have the opportunity…

Quotable Poe Week Four-Lynn White

Self Contained   There used to be a man who would sit here on this bench every day gazing at the view. He was always alone. He would stretch out his arms across the back of the bench so that he filled it, completed it. Though he was always alone there never seemed space for…

Quotable Poe Week 4-Lynn White

Dreaming   There was a time when I knew where to find you, knew the places and spaces you inhabited in my dreams, in my day and night dreams. You would be waiting there, waiting to be found, waiting to come to me revealing your secrets. Now it’s harder to discern you, to recognise your…