If I could take a drop
of honey from the tongue of Satan,
or dip my silver chalice
in an Erewhon river of chocolate,
I would feed you, my lips to yours.
Instead I have filled my mouth
with words, my cup
with water from a mudpuddle
still I ask you
take your nourishment
from me
Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Savant-Garde, Other People’s Flowers, and The Indiana Horror Review, among others.
beneath my skin
milk flows like fire:
today I have eaten
my daughter’s mouth pulls
her hands knead my breast, her world
deep brown eyes hidden
long black lashes flutter closed
no more but she suckles on
in the shade we sit
beside the hotel’s grand door:
no coins in my bowl
Deborah Guzzi writes full time and travels for inspiration. Her third book The Hurricane is available through Prolific Press and at aleezadelta@aol.com. Her poetry appears in: Allegro Poetry Magazine and Artificium in the UK, Existere – Journal of Arts and Literature and Scarlet Leaf Review, Canada – Tincture, Australia – Cha: Asian Literary Review, China – Eunoia in Singapore – Vine Leaves Literary Journal – Greece, mgv2>publishing – France, and Ribbons: Tanka Society of America, pioneertown, Sounding Review, Bacopa Literary Review, Shooter, The Aurorean, Crack the Spine Literary Magazine, Liquid Imagination, Concis, The Tishman Review, Page & Spine & others in the USA. the-hurricanedg.com.
The earth rolls beneath my feet, a wave
carrying me across the courtyard.
I sink into his mouth.
Afternoon erupts with fear as the
ground spits back its shaking aftermath.
Sunburned pavement cracks in his grasp.
Evening whispers its descent,
peppering the sky with darkened clouds.
Far below, the world stands still.
Susan Richardson is living, writing and going blind in Hollywood. She was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa in 2002 and much of her work focuses on her relationship to the world as a partially sighted woman. In addition to poetry, she writes a blog called “Stories from the Edge of Blindness”. Her work has been published in: Stepping Stones Magazine, Wildflower Muse, The Furious Gazelle, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Chantarelle’s Notebook, Foxglove Journal, Literary Juice and Sick Lit Magazine, with pieces forthcoming in Amaryllis. She was also awarded the Sheila-Na-Gig Winter Poetry Prize.
and here I am
no longer a sign
of youth but of
time passing
wondering when
my breasts will
lose their fullness
and hang from my chest
like withered teardrops
or worn out sleeves
…no longer tempting
your hands and mouth…
each egg
counts down
my days
I see them
frogs hopping
trying to get free
running away
from a dying river.
Catherine lives in Connecticut with her husband and fur babies. Though not scientifically proven, she likes to think that earning degrees in both English and Accounting confirms that both sides of her brain work. Her poetry has been featured in various journals and anthologies including Neverlasting, Cattails, Modern Haiku, Frogpond, bottle rockets, 50 Haikus, Three Line Poetry, Vine Leaves Literary Journal, and wild voices: an anthology of short poetry and art by women. To see more of her ramblings follow her on Twitter @Catherin03.
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