Love Poem #2 by Sarah Marquez in Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen

Sarah Marquez Here's a Lie - KD
Love Poem #2
inspired by Leonard Cohen's "Innermost Door"

I have walked into your world
& now there is no way out.
I have fallen for the oldest trick -
Your aura swelling with the warmth
of today's kiss, tomorrow's cold sorrow.
The mourning dove mates for life.
A blush-brown couple sit
on the thick telephone wire
crossing over the house.
The bottom world
is their feeding ground,
the sky an overturned bowl
enclosing the sun, the clouds.
I have walked into your world
& now there is no way out.
I have sung about this before -
My head framed in a halo of fireworks
exploding, death banging at the door
of my mind, packed tight with memories
I hoard, in case the shadows of our hands
disappear, in case the walls cave in.
People are more skin than bone.
More water than wood.
Look, how easily I absorb
what I'm given.
I have walked into your world
& now there is no way out.
I can't walk fast
but I've made it here.
Now, I prepare for the end.
When we get wherever we're going, 
I'll sink in & flow backward.

Bio from 2019:
Sarah says: I am an MA candidate at Southern New Hampshire University. I have work published and forthcoming in various magazines and journals, including Amethyst Review, Crepe & Penn, Ink&Nebula, Peculiars Magazine and Royal Rose. When not writing, I can be found reading, sipping coffee, or tweeting @Sarahmarissa338

Poetry from Fevers of the Mind Anthologies by Ellen Kirkman

Ellen Kirkman
Your Books

Your mother invited me
to your house,
after you died. Said she wanted me
to help myself to your books.

I felt like a trespasser
intruding upon a private family affair
but she seemed comforted
to have me near.

I helped her pack
your belongings into a crate,
silently purging grief
whilst filling a box for myself.

At home, I unpack slowly
Your books smell of dog and smoke;
of wise counsel
and steadfastness in the face of adversity.

I cradle each one
as you had loved them
before giving them pride of place
upon my shelf.

Wafts of you
still linger
between the pages
and in the space that you left.

Instructions to the Artist

Paint me not as you see me
but who I am
Paint me with watercolours
that bleed,
rich colorful acrylics
covered with oil
then start again.

Paint me with words
that are misinterpreted
Lyrics not my own
but resonate with me
in festivals of dance and destruction.

Paint me in architecture
mathematically incorrect structures
that reach to the skyline
imperfect but standing tall
and proud.

Paint not what you see
But as I am.

Uniquely me.


I will not mold
to the shape of the box
you place me in.

I am all sharp angles
and raw, jagged edges
of experience,
with deep fissures
that allow flowing currents of pain
to ooze and escape.

You cannot contain me.
No, nor smack a label
across my heart
and confess to know me.

Your Perfect Offering

These are cracks everywhere:
from the cracks in my ribs
where you pushed me away
to the migraine crack of my mind
whenever I think back on you.
I follow cracks in the pavement
that lead to your door,
cracks in the windows and the tiles on the floor
wherever there is residue
so is a footprint in the dust of you.
Some say you're in heaven now
I believe you're in hell
Every time lightning cracks the sky
the darkness lifts
the light gets in
and I know i'm doing well.

(from Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen)

Bio from 2019:

Ellen writes poetry, flash fiction. Links to her work can be found @poeticnihilist . In her spare time, she is a lecturer of English.

2 poems by Akhila Siva : “Nephron in my brain” & “People call me matured..”

Polaroid, Film, Blank, Retro
Nephron in my Brain

I don’t have to impress any
	I don’t have to convince any 
	There is a brain in my heart 
	and nephron in my brain 
	You may think I’m weird. 
	But my weirdness is with 
	whom I’m comfortable only
	Still sometimes my heart aches
	and I know, that’s how it has to be
Heart is meant to be broken at times
or else I’ve to pretend I don’t have one!

People call me matured..

I smile
I look carefree
I know where to hide my tears
I eat my pain 
I stand on my grounds
though with the fire in my eyes 
I may cry in silence, 
Yes, I do cry my heart out
but which won’t reach you
And I can hear you calling me matured!

Bio: Akhila Siva is the founder and sole contributor of wordsandnotion and qualitynotion. She is a self motivated life long learner who believes in signs from the universe. When it comes to writing, she says “I’m flying across the space between words and whipping up whimsical waves of notion to discern the quantum code of my soul.” She is the author of “Know them, One answer to many questions” (a General Knowledge book) and “I Had a Crush - The 17 Kinks” (A free e-book of 17 short stories). Her works have been featured in several online publications including Fevers of The mind, Opal Writers’ Magazine, Indian Periodical, iwriteher, Spillwords Press and Puzha as well as in The Sound of Brilliance, an anthology. Akhila lives in India with her family and a house full of plants. She is a plants-woman breathing poetries and bleeding out all the intoxicated imperfections of her soul through her blog and twitter handle @wordsandnotion.

“I certify that the given poems are original in its content and doesn't violate any copyright of any author. ”

Valentine’s Poetry by Akhila Siva : Lemme Melt Into You

Poems from Fevers of the Mind Anthologies by Samantha Merz

Volcano, Hawaii, Lava, Cloud, Ash, Water
Volcanoes Erupt

It's hard to debate with a mate
Good intentions backfire

Wooden bedside table replaced by a filing cabinet

Thinking about the possibility of a solar vortex,
gobsmacked by the galaxy

His former flame enjoys watching commercials
She moves at a slower pace than him
Only after simple pleasures and routine
Cooking tuna casseroles after peeling carrots
Loves planting roses, dahlias and enjoys knitting
Left alone to shop; socialize
Her subconscious gets the best of her

Volcanoes Erupt

Staying Strong

Have no fear, I am staying strong inside
Felt quite empty and incomplete without you,
but you were in town
Couldn't bring a plus-one to the special event

We watched in May
Five weeks away from the big day
It could be pulled away
From me

It's eve and the digital clock reads


Presents would have to be returned
Enjoying the warmer than usual mid-spring summer

Pastel tones against pale skin

I have to shut the blinds to hide the light from the moon and stars
I believe the coexistence of memories and gratitude
Let's sit in silence while the wick of the soy candle burns

In the distance

Ode to Light
Nothing but tropical dreams
You're a champion
Persistent to thrive despite the pestilence
Dealing with kenopsia
Still boisterous
Avoiding the void
Turn things red
Revealing relevance
Enjoying a starlit swim
Even in solitude
All about admiration
An Arrowstone jewel
Out for a drive
Windswept sand and seagulls

Sea Thrift

End of quarantine with my head high and hair up
We'll share saltines
Heavenly hydrangeas
Producing alien pop
Dreams of wearing a pastel hued tie-dyed rainbow -
Attico dress in the attic
Painting with water colours, an aquatic scene
Canna lily in the shadow
Cinematic or repetitive
People will hate it but it's so weird, 
new and unlike anything else
Come give it a shot
Any incentive with payment?
Maybe I ended up in the wrong sector
Bad bus seats
Giggle girl groupie
Friends with St. Jude and St. Anthony
Lost causes and objects
Cinnamon cherry
Cruel beauty
More valuable than a wheelbarrow
Miss Miroloma
Shower me with delight
Viral vixen

Madame madrona in mookaite
Kitschy glamorous vibes
Getting out the dust from the cloths
Near the sea thrift

Additional posts by Samantha 
Avalanches in Poetry Entry by Samantha Merz : Varied Thrush

Bio from 2020
Poems by Samantha Merz have been published by Polar Expressions Publishing, Grey Thoughts, Reality Break Press, Fevers of the Mind Poetry Digest, Nymphs, Malarkey  Books, Poetry Festival, Dreams Walking and Resurrection Mag.  In 2019, Samantha self-published a collection of poetry called Kazoo. Samantha is working on another poetry collection while composing drafts. Samantha enjoys connecting with other poets and writers on Twitter. Her blog is  Her Instagram handle is @marblemessages and Twitter handle is @sambcmerz 

2 poems from Tim Heerdink from Fevers of the Mind Press Presents the Poets of 2020 : “Tether” & “What’s Left Over From a Haunting”

for Audrey Marie Louise Heerdink

Drifting out of this reality 	toward the curtain
mainly young 		children and pets can witness,
           I slip into 	                 the gray matter reflected
when you gaze 		into another’s eyes.
 Holding place for 	                    wanderers and thinkers
like me, the genesis of 		meaning beckons
      the living to become 		displaced.

            Astral projection with 		deceased persons
takes more tolls 	than the Bunker Hill
       Memorial Bridge when 		you’ve forgotten
to turn and 	circle back through
        the tunnel of 			lost commuters.

      If it weren’t for 	    the angelic voice
my daughter uses to 			call out
    for daddy, 	      I’d still be floating
off somewhere 			    I don’t belong
      around people 		who desire
claim and 	harm
      if they don’t 			get their way.

What’s Left Over from a Haunting

Enter the shell which
used to be called home
long before you held your baby girl,
after the city
forced a relocation;
an attempt at a new beginning.

This structure,
walls where love lived
while another force sat
dormant at the end of your bed,
watching sleeping occupants
as breath came and went.

For half a decade,
the belief that residual apparitions
after an intervention of biblical measure
found peace like
troubled children
when the tired parent finally notices
they’ve gone missing.

A twelve gauge meant to claim
an entire family
but only took the father
who forgot the first rule
of self-preservation
still resides upstairs
along with the man who knocks
constantly on the plaster.
He’s waiting for his loved ones
to come home.

Bio: Tim Heerdink is the author of Somniloquy & Trauma in the Knottseau Well, The Human Remains, Red Flag and Other Poems, Razed Monuments, Checking Tickets on Oumaumua, Sailing the Edge of Time, I Hear a Siren’s Call, Ghost Map, A Cacophony of Birds in the House of Dread, and short stories, The Tithing of Man and HEA-VEN2. His poems appear in various journals and anthologies. He is the President of Midwest Writers Guild of Evansville, Indiana.

Wolfpack Honorary Contributor: Tim Heerdink

A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Tim Heerdink