Every morning she’s down there
on the verge, barefoot and swaying her weight
like her holy soles are slow-burning
The light here is an old violin, cracked
scratching bars through the watcher’s window
and her grey head bows angel time while she dances
if that’s what this is
By the eighth morning I’ve composed her life
from scraps, quilting her song
with real wild bright minors
I toast her with coffee
and sing her down ribbons
The day I leave she treadles the gutter
stormwater, kicks up sticks and feathers
cursing the rain
cursing the pigeons, the windows, the watcher
wearing a whole different heart
and the light is more hammer than strings
Photo by (c) Ankh Spice
@seagoatscreams on Twitter
2020 Pushcart Nominee
Ankh Spice is a poet from Aotearoa (New Zealand), who has an abiding love of the sea, and story-songs that include small mysteries. His poetry has been recently published in Black Bough Poetry, Burning House Press, and Pixel Heart Magazine, and has recently completed his first chapbook. @SeaGoatWhoScreamsPoetry on Facebook.
False Prophet His reign comes to power, when he parts from a duo. He’s seen as handsome, in the shelter of eaves, shriveled in the nooks. His lonesome patron, working in a gallery adheres to bold lies in a forest of logic. In the passage, turnstiles click with a thin kiss from detentions. He wears his best shirts plastered with bluebirds prizes from the auction. He’s sure to adore them.
Violet Contact It seems at Dawn they are bringing jars of grenadine. They are finding frightened sources ensuring the fair trade of a downtown widow. I might dine on old bones while I sleep. Old bones arranged by a similar gesture. I’ll be just as fat as bank teller lies. These exact words come from inmates as well as sweathogs. Two bits buys the scenes before a captive audience. Next to suburbs, of a shining hut belief says goodbye.
Michael Igoe,neurodiverse city boy, Chicago now Boston, recovery staff at Boston University Center For Psych Rehab. Many works appear in journals online and print. Recent: Spare Change News(Cambridge MA), thebluenib.com, minerallit.com. Avalanches In Poetry Anthology@amazon.com. National Library Of Poetry Editor’s Choice For 1997. Twitter: MichaelIgoe5. poetryinmotion416254859.wordpress.com. Urban Realism, Surrealism. I like the Night.
Twisted alphabets of winds and forests slightly change with each mile one walks until they become pure nonsense like time and space in the twilight composed of countless suicidal bicycles. Clouds and leaves cover the sky like too many slovenly mothers, and travelers happily discard their pasts absorbing the dreams of bottled water.
Ivan Peledov lives in Colorado. His poems have appeared in Impspired Magazine, Ponder Savant, The Collidescope, Eunoia Review, and other publications.
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Kieran Wyatt lives on the Fylde Coast. He is co-chair of GenSex (@GenSexResearch), an interdisciplinary research group, asking probing questions about gender and sexuality. His work has been published by Eunoia Review, The Art of Everyone, Small Leaf Press, and Lothlorien Poetry Journal. He graduated from Edge Hill University in 2018 with a degree in Creative Writing.
The price of these memories Is blood Red like traffic lights Refusing to change Refusing to admit me on the highway A lonely teacher With no skin left Or cells No teeth Just information That his students need Scooped like tuna fish Or dirt It diffuses As perfume would Clings to wrists And necks Begs to be let in I pulse in the heart cables Invisible currents Surging through flesh And imagination Causing questions I have finally transcended the skull I have become Electrical
Angelo Letizia has been published (or is forthcoming) in a number of literary outlets including Tales from the Moonlit Path, Bewildering Stories, The Atlantean, Sirens Call, Red Planet, AHF Magazine and Bowery Gothic to name a few. I also have two books of poetry forthcoming with Silverbow press The Starry Devil and Other Unwanted Poems (2021) and The Pilgrims of Infinity (2022).