There is a girl inside
October 14, 2018
There is a girl inside.
She is randy as a wolf.
She will not walk away and leave these bones
to an old woman.
She is a green tree in a forest of kindling.
She is a green girl in a used poet.
She has waited patient as a nun
for the second coming,
when she can break through gray hairs
into blossom
and her lovers will harvest
honey and thyme
and the woods will be wild
with the damn wonder of it.
Lucille Clifton
beneath the sea
October 14, 2018
What exists beneath the sea? I’d always pictured it in colours of emerald and aquamarine, where black velvet fish with sequined eyes swim among plankton. But, when my eyes adjust, I see gray stones, lost anchors, wet wood, buttons, hooks, and eyes, the salem witches who wouldn’t float, stars and stripes, missing vessels, windup toys, the souls of Romeo and Juliet, peaches, cream, pistons, screams, cages of ribs and birds, tunnels, nutcracker soldiers, satin bows, drugstore signs, Pandora box ripped open at its hinges.
Kelly Easton
The History of a Star
missing the summer
October 14, 2018
Already missing the summer and those wonderful outdoor games we played. So much fun to be had on sunkissed moorland. Dare to be different, and spin in the gleaming air like the naked spinningtop of a child from an earlier, older age – oh, morality was certainly in doubt! Sin pricks us all in that naked sunshine! We didn’t care. We were hunters under deep blue skies. And like some ancient saint my only blasphemy was in the thrust of groin and the stinging touch of leather on flesh.
offering herself
October 14, 2018
She was beautiful when she suffered; her eyes were deeper, her voice warmer, fuller; her dark beauty was simpler and more human. Her suffering had a quality of saintliness. It was her way of offering herself. I couldn’t see her suffer without telling her I loved her, as if love was the negation of evil.
Elie Wiesel
Day
Desire
October 14, 2018
The enormity of my desire
disgusts me.
Richard Siken
Birds Hover the Trampled Fields
talks with wolves
October 14, 2018
She talks with wolves, without knowing what sort of beasts they are:
“Where have you been all my life?” they ask.
“Where have I been all my life?” she replies.
Margaret Atwood
Let Us Now Praise Stupid Women
Sunday Stiffy
October 14, 2018
Morning Erection
His thoughts concealed under the tent of dreams
His youthful desires displayed on the canvas of life
His shame covered by the blanket of darkness
His manhood standing on the pedestal of freedom
Morning erection is a senseless display of desire
An ancient form of masculinity
An unconscious determination to make love
A brutal show of one’s agility and prowess
Morning erection is an unconscious usurpation of power
A clear revelation of the mysterious hand of the unconscious thought
A subversion of the entire conscious thought under the auspices of sleep
A direct challenge to the throne of consciousness
A pronouncement of the existence of an active subconscious entity
A rude display of arbitrary power
Kenneth Maswabi