shadow on the wall flower
~Jennifer Gurney
waiting for the other shoe bam
~Jennifer Gurney
Touch
me with your silent hand
You'll never touch me with your
hand
Don't kiss me
My cheeks are too cold for my
lips
I won't kiss you
Your cheeks are too cold for
tears
Love flutters in the air like a butterfly
Love
is still in the air just like it was in the beginning
Everything
goes back to its place
You are without me and I am alone
~Mykyta Ryzhykh
(Originally
published in Corporeal Lit Mag)
first date already finishing each other’s sentences soulmates
~Jennifer Gurney
pluck
out my eyes at night
draw my pupils during the day
take the
trash out of my head
I love you to the point of madness
my
head is full of garbage from the past
~Mykyta
Ryzhykh
(Originally published in Corporeal Lit Mag)
The
remittent fever and the broken second empire
The drooping North Star. (The night never gets black)
The intensive arrets in the monastery.
Flies like a machine, the cream of anatomy of the soul.
Has been seeing the oddities of the wisdom the flight of the birds.
But surprisingly, there is egoism in death.
That means, will the monk leave the monastery?
No hole knows where the plain is.
Someone pinions the fire at the decayed knee.
Comes the letter from floodstriken waters.
~Partha Sarkar
on the wall of the Jerusalem café
no smoking
peace pipes allowed
~Daniel Birnbaum
lonely
I listen to the satnav
to drive home
~Daniel Birnbaum
sea wind
going to die in a plastic bag
the seabream
~Daniel Birnbaum
if not for totality God
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
who planned the eclipse during the standardized testing window
~Jennifer Gurney
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