Love love love
Earlier I was at the beach and loving life.
The trees were on my left, the true lungs of the earth, and they looked that way.
All living things, the most infinitely tiny being embodying it’s work, and even the greatest grandest most grotesquely large creatures are completely constructed through love and music. This is something wonderful, we must take and record our notice of this perfect human cognitive fact.
Heat and energy are what we thrive on, so let us live it, dwell in the mud, the wonderful dirt, the moist air and breathtaking glow of ferns and funghi towering over our heads. Do you feel it? Do you realize it’s significance? Can you steep yourself in it’s hot, earthen light and vibrating energy.
All that is around us is what it was meant to be
This is natural, this is heat and earth and dirt and grime and this is what is right.
Vibrating voluminous strings. Energy and happyness is all that I am. We all become what we were meant to be,
and right now
As I take us and melt us into the present, we are india
The beautiful stench of incense invades and empowers our nose, but that is over now
N
-roger
{PROSPECTING}
the lonely prospector scours the earth men around him need not scrutinize in order to understand why,it is painted on him in bright shades.the ones around him are fortunate,getting what they want,and what the prospector desires,effortlessly.the men suffer little risk and receive heavenly reward,yet the prospector risks everything of himself and in return his optimism is devoured and digested until all that remains is a glimmer of hope,barely enough to keep him going.all the prospector needs is one lucky find,a chance discovery,to restore belief in himself,to nurse that glimmer into a great flame,large enough to sustain an enthusiastic life for a little longer.as the end of the glimmer draws nigh,friends of the prospector hope to keep it from failing,fanning it with supportive energy and carefully crafted phrasing.the prospector tries to accept their kindness,but sees only pity in their eyes.he looks upon the men around with filtered vision,envy and despair rising from within despite every attempt to settle them.the prospector muffles these with despotic control and carries on among the men,in many ways his superior.
-roger
before bed
young alter on a
holy mountain,
360 revolutions later.
do you embrace
the part that
keeps coming
back?
claudia
knots untie
You walked away from me
path covered in golden leaves
and lined by glowing streetlamps
dark green suitcase in your hand
and coat pulled up to nurse your ears
and whisper persuading goodbyes
My hummingbird heart rattles its cage
the colors bleed out from its feathers
and follow after you in slow streams
that form ribbons over the concrete,
knots you once had tied around my heart
Lungs rattle and swell
rolling sweet air down to a far southern point
and snapping colors back into place
in the tips of trees and over front doors.
Fight or flight grips me
my heart, with wings outstretched, catches the wind
By Alissa
matter and mind
Hard black claws pound the ground,
a click clack slip slide
over old stone and hollow bones,
an earth left soon after
hearts cooled and fire turned to ice.
Moonshine like liquid calm
falls splashing down canyons
and into crevices untouched,
its cool fingers stretching out
to fill the dark with memory
of stars and matter and mind.
Sunrise scares fingers back
deep into coat pockets
as its light crashes down,
an inevitable tsunami
only escaped by the shadows
where rebel thoughts rest
waiting for sunset.
By Alissa
my love ran rabbit-footed
My love ran rabbit-footed frenzy
Down by the river.
Unwrapped like a seismic-tempered serpent,
Crippled and smoking.
Beneath soil
My love tied secret knots
In poison ground,
Urged deep by a military rhythm,
Dear and dark to the arching clouds.
By Claudia
heat & husk
The dark and dreadful spear of ink slopped from my mouth.
A silent cat weighed with heat and husk
Hummed a river down down down your damned thigh.
This desert rock where I rest my feet
Lifts the world from a center
You know precisely and I know not at all.
“Quiet things,” we whisper,
Higher and higher the chant goes,
“Once and never again.”
On this bare earth spread thin over hard surface,
We make our marriage bed.
Engraved on a flickering body of coal,
By a river of ink sinking down down down.
By Claudia
spun blue
Underwater, looming frantically, surrounded by all the seaweed and stirring the silt, I crept among the lonely decay. Above my bloodstream sat thinking a bloody form bound by rhythm. It smirked deftly through columns of tooth and bone and over currents I heard a distant struggle, a man cry out, “live long, suffer, and sound your horn!” The images spun back now, wisps of fog swept the newborn self that nursed my soul, and its feet dragged against the surface of my skull. They settled into man made grooves that mapped my face and with lips spun blue, I blew my horn.
By Claudia & Alissa & Jenna & Roger
sharp as nails
I double-check the animal on the shaft of my cigarette.
It’s a hawk, sharp as nails, soaring above the filter.
Above the flame in my mouth, your shape steams
Striped with dancing veins, rhythmically pulsing.
Down here your eyes turn black and curl upwards,
I guess gravitating towards some lost Soviet satellite.
As you writhe and finally collapse into silence,
I suck this red flame one last time,
And let this hawk float into space.
By Jenna
