Monday, September 28, 2020

Poetry

Poems by Claudine Nash

I PASS YOU AN EMPTY SKY I just love when I pass you an empty sky and you spin it then hand me back a fistful of stars. ENTANGLEMENT 1 You reach through this spiral of settling light and touch a drifting, mislaid piece of dust. You lift it and somewhere else in time and space, something in me rises. ENTANGLEMENT 2 On this ground I plant a seed. I lay by this mound of peat moss and...
EMILY AS THE FIELD IS STILL A FIELD Even if Emily is naked in the field the worth of that dirt is determined by the season. Though that has never stopped me from referring to her as the bloom, as the crop, as the reason why all of Ohio’s two-lane highways have been built. I know...
THE TRANSLATOR You once contributed to a study. You said what you took seemed superior to what you left behind. You got the letter but never joined the team. You put on a different costume, but you’re always a shaman. You said you would storm the studio and seize the local reality from the projectors. You...
True Self Nameless stands with his back to the wall. Desperate grappling of an unsettled mind. Piercing screams emitting from some lost place. Unsure of any fate, real or imagined. Looking past a vague blackness, slowly filling an empty jar on the shelf. Cardboard dreams crumbling, while paint peels off in layers of obscurity. A disease of doubt...

Poems by Akila G

Checkmate This is how it rains. A cloudburst when you laugh and compete with the spattering droplets and I harvest a silence in a pair of pretentious shades tears have long muted consoled and labelled. Everything has a cure but no one knows or recalls what heals first pain or time? We possess disintegrated memories petals, showers, ice pellets, leaves, dust, debris, gust, silence scattered in...
SCAR The love byte is a frozen ripple seeking the other shore just as the curve seeks the circle, the curly hair seeks the halo encircling the head. May be because raw effort is prettier than the outcome, sun fondles the dark underbelly of the forest, floods it with light only for darkness to regrow like waiting. Humans remain banks with the turbulence...
Love-Child Hugging his belly against my womb He chimes exuberance galore Through the placenta of my soul And chase my hum in a strum Like a frisking fawn With melodies stacked Under a banished bay Drenched in kaleidoscopic notes We gather them with bare hands To compose the sky mottled gray Like a charismatic vowel Dilating a barren consonant He conducts In return,...
In Pains Like a mighty wind, it came Infant memories of joy defamed The punctured hearts on the slings of torment catapulted to the strings to sign the hymns of bitterness Those heavy hearts in battered souls Becoming numb to the pangs of death Stealing the love of nature to their hub Staring the ocean of forgetfulness never...