Nervous Days
Nervous days
lead to a breakdown,
such are the results,
a day or days I do not
long for. This is a
path filled with dread.
I count to ten forward
and backward. I say to her,
my
muse, why do roses die?
~Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal
in
tropical realms
where scorpions love sneakers
shake well
before use
~James Penha
Walking
Along in Silence
Walking alone in silence.
It was the perfect day.
My foot arches felt no pain.
The sun shone brightly in the sky.
Birds provided the music.
I
had no need to use my voice.
~Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal
In
the scent of ordure birthing,
refugees in pregnant pause,
am
I ready for the holy,
recognised, unlikely shift,
or is
faith, unstable, moving,
powerless baby, needing love?
Hosts,
it seems, are all around us,
but we wait for glory’s
shine;
realise the kingdom waiting
for those sitting in the
dark.
~Stephen Kingsnorth
fashion parade
all my childhood
insecurities
~Mona Bedi
for years
playing hide and seek
me
with myself
~Ram Chandran
the Lord exists
as disembodied
whatever to my
whateverness
~Wayne Burke
candle
d
r
i
p
s
a lavender
scented
pool
~Linda Ludwig
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