Chan Siva – Girl on fire
burning down
the house
the old notions
and bad feelings–
she won’t
she won’t be stuck–
on this ground
anymore–
ready to fly away,
across the ocean
where her heart lies–
*
she looks like a girl
but it’s a flame
burning high–
no regrets
she’s leaving behind–
T. F. Simon – Theatre du Vaudeville
i’m not easy and light
as in your wish–
as in the back
of your mind–
i’m complicated and heavy
with lots of baggage indeed–
*
you take my ground
you drive me mad–
*
i want you near…
don’t want it too?
why do you run
to where, with who?
Morris Hirshfield – Tiger
to face the fears
(and it eats me)
fight the tigers of doubt
and maybe win
the truth is one
(and it eats me)
i’m gonna try
and try
until i bleed
or succeed
*
and then,
it will be my lunchtime.
We are
sinking–
separate
by the–
I’m blurried
in the back
of Your
mind–
where’s the line–
(float?
die?)
Nailia Schwartz – Still life
life’s calling–
i pretend
i pretend i’m deaf–
between bed sheets
i hide my head–
i’m deaf–
life’s calling!
pick up! pick up!
enough of this–
-hello?
the forest looks haunted
as we prepare ourselves
to live apart.
but don’t you worry
we’re entwined
as grass and sunlight.
you’re my sunshine
and will always have
half of my heart.
- – -
To Louise.
Lina Scarfi – Miscarriage of Justice
the word
that word
the word
i thought
i forgot
you brought it back
Ruth, you evil witch
(not really, no,
i get your reasons
please, get mine)
the word came
and brought the pain
i thought i forgot
i’m gonna repeat
until i don’t feel,
until i forget:
curette, curette, curette
curette, curette,
curette,
cure–
let me
Arthur Boyd – Lovers under a tree with weeping head
from the depths of oblivion
trying to crawl back in my thoughts
you come with a weird story
i don’t wanna hear of.
closing down the windows of my mind
i’m trying to keep you outside…
when i needed you, you couldn’t come
now that i’m fine, stay aside.
*
you were right: i got better
and life moved on.
Pauline Stephens – Grantham
the sepia tone my window is in,
the soft rain touching my nose,
and the chicken on the stove
made me realise
how fortunate we are.
*
it could’ve been worse:
i could be trapped forever
to an incredible asshole.
- – -
The inspiration came watching the rain while waiting for the chicken filling of my pie cool down.
M Sebert – Alone
you said you wouldn’t
but you let me choke
you said you couldn’t
but you went away
you said we shouldn’t
be friends again
*
a time to heal
you asked for
who’s gonna heal me
bleeding alone in the lawn
