Cotton Candy Clouds
at the peak once virgin forest
good night moon trails beyond the sea
3:23 am before the birds sing forgotten lyrics
porch ceiling haint blue spirits rise
faded feedsack aprons pockets of love
-Margaret Walker
when the angle of his oar was just right
first blush scents the blossoms tap the birds wakes the sleepers relay race
those small moments in the midst of what’s burning
drop by measured drop the drip drip dr ip transforming
morphine and life going to death
widely awake in the wrong season
my head bends to one small child her hands of red leaves
holly wreathes the window’s chocolate covered cherries
-Jo Balistreri
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beyond my reflection a headless mannequin walking from Montmartre to St Denis All Hallows’ a knife and a pumpkin under each arm following the trails of decollate snails all the calories are here, she says, blowing off the foam from a pint, reflecting on the volume of a skull -Charles Trumbull & Lew Watts |
