Infinite Horizon
By Mario Donato
Nothing is lost forever—when we are connected to a timeless sublime. Yet, in this world we’re certain to find a painful crescendo tempered by the caress of infinite rain, and a longing for what we left behind. These everlasting memories harken us back to the sweet melodic sounds of inner youth. Oh such laughter hunkered and hushed away—suddenly awakens from the darkened theater spiraling between past and future, coddled between the birth and death of a star’s eternal light—Ensconced between trifle noise and philosophical quietude—between the breadth and depthless sea of wonder, like the resonance of dreams that rift along with the wind and skim across the ocean waves inexhaustibly…
Dearly Departed
By Marlina Gutierrez
Though I have been dearly departed
Life is not far from me
Where you remain in my heart
Keep me company tonight
Warm my bones
Sing me the songs I once sang
Offer me a drink
Tell me the stories I loved to hear
The night is full of joy
As you have not forgotten me
The light from the candles
Flicker on the face I still remember
Marked by the days gone by
How I can recall the time we spent together
Those moments I know you yearn for too
It will not be long, my love
Before you will depart too
And eternity will be ours to keep
By Courtney Doucette
The meat is cooking
so tender and fresh
yummmmm whats what were smelling?!
oh, its our own flesh
By Yanet Cortez
By Kristine Winters
By Fatima Felix
The Night Stirs
By Da’vidGR
The Night stirs itself awake. Barraged by an endless torrent of wind. Platelletes stand on gaurd awaiting the oncoming season. There’s not enough meat to go around. The Night is thin and cold. Communication was lost when we cut out our tongues and let fear devour our thoughts of pleasure. Was Love so distant that we could not catch up? Was the pain so consuming that we could not tear ourselves away? The pressure holds me beating my temples against cement blockades in an effort to unravel the anguish of yesterday. Futile attempt at erasing the accumalating Karma, in this vast landscape of mind. Cold, dark berated by the endless torrent of thoughts, aching for Love at the end of a stick. The Night stirs itself awake. Perhaps this night holds the gem that Hope has longed to find.
Norma Gene
By Christian Alvarez
Uhh..try to knock at least on the window or throw lil stones or “whooty hoo” or something…
sorry I was on your roof making dreams and wheres, like where we could go..like run off to
oh and
saved you a splendid pineapple pie slice
just a tiny gesture ant hill size soon to be mole hill’d and then mountainous, that is
less sensibilities have there way n keep me from you..
bet you this tho
one of these days I’ll be using the doorbell respectable hour of course and even threshold crossed
I bet you have a blue couch…no grey and you will kiss me fair and tell my lips they taste of pine apples
member that watch I got you at the fair..? the pink one? it ticks heartbeats… I’ll be back some later and uni will scape lands and tighten our grip
g’nite fer now norma.
By Christina Quinn