Sharing Our Truths: Many Moons – Amy Lee

Many moons I ached Many needles I took Many dreams I resist Many plans I refrain – for you Many walks I strolled Many looks I received Many curses I hear Many violence I fear – the colour my skin In a few moons you’ll arrive In a few years you’ll know In a few…

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…

The Black Naught: Episode One

-1- Birds/Bleeding Hearts I remember lying down between cool cotton sheets at dusk, when the black naught in the corner of our once shared bedroom would yawn awake. I was always sent to bed early the night before the big trip to Tawas, even though I was old. I’d ignore the sentinel thing—it and I…

Sister’s Silent Psychiatrist

Sister’s soundbox/ only re/peats/ phrases she has taught herself,/ as if/ there is nothing more than./ My mouth/ is a question mark that/ hers can’t diction/ary,/ but those amber orbs I love/ open a dimension,/ meant;/ and I try to/ si/lent/ psychiatrist. © 2019 Kindra M. Austin

Moon Cactus

I dreamt of you, again. It’s been years, but in my sleep I recalled every feature of your fine pale face, and the guttural tone of your voice. I could smell you; I held my breath against the scent of menthol ciggies and gin and tonic sticking to your saliva.   I spent the night…

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 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…

Quotable Poe Week Two-Donna Mathews

“There is a room, down a dark hall, locked and guarded. Inside reside the scariest of monsters.” Her eyes wide, “What kind of monsters?” “Hmmm… how to say it…they’re more apparition. You don’t always see them as much as feel their chilly fingers on your neck.” The girl shuddering but continuing, “Take me there; I want to…

Snow White-Allister Nelson

The elven knight went riding with banners alizarin as berries in snow, his face wan, lovesick longing.   Haunting his dreams was a snow-laden lass, fair as a dying rose, iced into clarity by shattered glass.   In twos, in threes, went the Faerie Court, bells on toes, Gabriel’s Hounds baying in the wasted harrow,…

the hour of sunsets-Gabriela M.

frontiers of my being the hour of sunsets has come with bare hands I drown you in the coldest seas red lilies burn you in the hidden valley predatory birds delight on carnal straps I run barefoot through streets of no return I knock on doors a piece of bread for my entire heart oh,…