A Conversation Between Three Entities: The Face, The Witness & The Viewer

  The Witness: Why do you cry? The Face: Because, I see. The Witness: What do you see?   ::  The Face stares back for a time where The Witness thought to itself ‘until Kingdom-Come, when will it speak?” The Face’s eyes weld up with the deepest sorrow yet the greatest joy with a mouth closed and an unbreakable silence. Then, The Face let out a heavy sigh. ::   The Face: I am a Seer My eyes pour So, my third eye may shine It is the diamond of my mind It cries… Dripping down from the center-to-the-center Into a … Continue reading A Conversation Between Three Entities: The Face, The Witness & The Viewer

We who are lost; Mmm, Nope; Neurotic Lullaby by Elisabeth Horan

Three poems by contributor Elisabeth Horan   We who are lost Find each other in warehouses Too late sometimes, it’s in graveyards. Always emaciated, dumpster diving for attention   Overweight on alcohol anorexic acceptance rates like High school anxiety shave the head try on personalities   We who find each other and save some last hope from each self we carry give momentus hope for self care, for having less   Night terrors, the bruises calming from catalyst snarls aubergine pockets to mottled Eye sockets   Mottled to moss moss blankets earth. bury the hatchet, you’ll bury the hurt   … Continue reading We who are lost; Mmm, Nope; Neurotic Lullaby by Elisabeth Horan

And I Loved Them by Elisabeth Horan

A poem by contributor Elisabeth Horan.     Is it my turn to use them? I asked, in doe-eyed chin up hopefulness –   Not yet, replied father-fuhrer. Maybe tomorrow.   I never really got a chance to play with them – they were under lock and key behind the rum, above the crackers   They were shiny, mysterious, like magic: twinkly, yet smooth of wooden grain. The smell of pipe and strawberry always floated about them, then remained.   Daddy and Sissy didn’t know that I took them out one day.   I snuck them out and ate of … Continue reading And I Loved Them by Elisabeth Horan

Braving the Days: Permission and Decision by Jordannah Elizabeth

I have been maintaining that the day I turned 30 was the first day of my life. I felt my first 29 years of life were just about me getting my feet wet and learning the systems of my culture, of metaphysical realms, of behaviors and relationships – and age 30 was when I began applying all that I’ve learned in order to morph a life I want to live. My unraveling and deconstruction of forced constructs like judgmentalness, monogamy without commitment, feminine behavioral expectations and racism is just something that is going to have to be worked through with conscious … Continue reading Braving the Days: Permission and Decision by Jordannah Elizabeth