Memories from the uncoiled exterior.
The ones with sharp familiar names
playing Gray Fern among
billowing tents and pool fires. Red wax
across upraised fingertips
in the mist season.
Continue reading ““Shade Garden” a Poem by James Pate”
Don’t eat too much on a first date
and nothing messy – spaghetti’s definitely out.
(There’ll be time enough for mess later.)Continue reading ““Instructions” a Poem by Sarah McPherson”
This is a poem dedicated to my witch girlfriend, who has been teaching me about witchcraft, history, and art ever since we met. It is a simplistic tale in commemoration of beautiful, cunning witches that disguise themselves as something–someone–more… and so these words can be imagined as the secret, invisible text across the gloss of a tarot card.
the lone raven in the warm forest turns into a bedside angel //with demon wings. & //this is nocturne academia //sheet music draped in dust & //little//lithe sparrow bones. someone hooks her wisteria-vine limbs //over my shoulders //whispers something about noxious selves & //falling stars. god, ye are terrible. //we //these veiled fawns so sweet & //cruel. fogged & misted //godly antlers sprouting from where we had bloodletted to coat pinky //fingers in post-sacrificial abel //we //the raw-mouthed cains //chests heaving & //tight white blouses //THIS is cruel//crude, abels melding with obsidian sadness //making promises with girls who speak //in ancient greek //EUASTEROS //sapphic blood pacts & //we try to bring sappho & aphrodite back to life to guide us //but we cannot.Continue reading ““wisteria//wisp-eria” by Janice Kang”
Appreciate your marks of age
Light a candle for every new blemish mark or scar
Like a ring on a tree trunk it is a sign of defiance shown on your glorious trunk
Celebrate each mistake you make by wearing your favourite colour head to toe for the entire day
Know that you won’t do it again, or if you do you will be reassured that you won’t shatter next time you will still be you
Turn off the television, the computer, the phone
and anything else that might scream obscenities
at you as you take away their power.
Take the newspapers piled at your feet
and crumple them up.
The article about the little girl whose
body was found in a trash bag
on the side of the road,
the little girl who likes My Little Pony
and reminds you of your niece.
Continue reading ““Spell to Reverse Hopelessness” by Lisa Lermer Weber”
a bit of thread, black
tied tight around this
Hathorne1poppet who cares
not enough to know my
name, but removes me
from the world, all the same.Continue reading ““A Hex On All Your Houses” A Poem by Juliette van der Molen”