Once, I was you, a hippie friend said, just like you, when I danced. I didn’t believe it, until she dressed me up in Edie clothes. And I saw me, through Superstar eyes We sparkled in the same way We looked lost in the same way We’d said Ciao to everything we’d ever known, everything that had ensnared us, but it still wasn’t enough, and so I didn’t want to believe (no such thing as reincarnation, I said) but really because I’ve dreamt of her through a million pasts, seen her in a thousand mirror ghosts, saw she knew me Inside and out and very far From the world’s stage From the critics, the ocean hid us away, where we dreamt in unicorns star-wished above the clouds danced like kindred spirits under full moons Barefoot and wild and free and holding a million futures in our hands, always and forever sisters, best friends, daisy chain girls full of love for this imaginary world; for ourselves. For only ourselves, next time.
More on Willow Croft: Willow’s speculative fiction/horror has been published in a number of anthologies and journals. Find out more on Willow’s website https://willowcroft.blog
There was a cloud atop a mountain
Raining colors upon the planet below
From that soil grew in motion, the children
The law did not speak to those above it
Into and out of the city of silver and gold
There were testimonials
There were artifacts
There was food for the aliens in their uniforms
In circles they drew stares, formations, and lines
This delicate air was a destination and home
Where it was assembled, where it hung on the wall
Some were there, some saw it all
The kisses, the brushes, the fabric, the film
That whispered and shouted "let love rule this world"
To be touched with a finger what invitation
To sleep on the floor of this house of creation
Poem by Joe Kidd for “Before I Turn Into Gold Day” inspired by Leonard CohenA Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Joe Kidd
andy, andy, where have you been
there's a war in the hall
of hell on earth
i used your golden telephone
to alert our lonesome god
could not be completed
it got disconnected
when you left the scene
i think it was the first time
when the bullets hit their mark
but failed to put you down for good
you only died a little and
you dug the corset anyway
andy, andy, do come back home
tell god we need you here
i can't get him
on the line
while you're at it
Bio: James D. Casey IV is an artist, award-winning poet, author of seven poetry collections, and founder/editor-in-chief of Cajun Mutt Press. His work has been published in print and online by several small press venues and literary magazines internationally.
La Voce dei Poeti, La Catena della Pace international poetry contest gave "Warriors of the Rainbow" by J.D.C.IV a critic's choice award in 2016, and his poem "That'll do Pig" was nominated for a Pushcart Prize by New Pop Lit in 2019.
James was born in Colorado, grew up in Louisiana/Mississippi, and currently resides in Illinois.
Founder/Editor-in-chief of Cajun Mutt Press.
A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with J.D. Casey IV from Cajun Mutt PressEIC: David L O’Nan is the Saturday Feature on Cajun Mutt Press with old storytelling poetryhttps://cajunmuttpress.wordpress.com/2021/10/15/now-available-from-cajun-mutt-press-12/