PER ELISA written by SCOTT UTLEY

I am sitting on a filthy floor in an emptied room in front of a fireplace that has never seen a true fire. I survey the battlefield before me. I silently marvel at the accumulated detritus of three years worth of grief. But this is not the war I fought. The war here is so much bigger and…

JOHANNA HINTING

I am standing naked, drenched.
My head turned toward the sky. Cold rain pouring into my eyes.
The cobra skinned clouds and the moon playing tricks on my mind.
After what seems like days of rain,
the clouds part and the moon is so clear.

HAWK & THE RAVEN

Full  moon silver frosted leaves, glacine dew robed sycamore sleeves. Sagacious spiders (masters of weave), slept snug & warm beneath my eaves. The creek roared fierce with a late spring rain. All things full must surely wane. Perpetual blossoms should not be sad, but I can’t sing when I’m feeling mad. Atomic beats drove me…

CAREEN MABUZA

A rose for your love, for your love, a red rose. It is the rose which I keep near my side by my bed. It is the rose of my heart moist with tears I have shed. Petals like pearls in deep ruby red. Like the promise of May in a vase near my bed, made of…

DAY LABORER by SCOTT UTLEY

Our queen is a day laborer. We are the lords of her kingdom. Blessed be our lovely queen forever & ever, amen. Our Queen is between our eyes. She calls herself a drifting vagabond whose wisdom is priceless. This is why she gives it away for free. Not because she has to but because she wants to. They…