Art

I/You/Her – Dylan Angell

Rituals

 

As a little kid I performed small rituals that I convinced myself contributed to preserving some balance within the universe.
For example: in my childhood home there is a banister that has a total of four knobs that are placed on top of each turn of the stairwell. I had convinced myself that I had to softly tap the top of each knob as I walked down the stairs and then blink my eyes at the moment of my light tapping.

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Art

Whiskey Music – Renny Ramone

Truth has no desire, expects nothing
Wish that was the way I could just be
Get so tired sometimes hungry
Some fire burning inside of me
A longing crier comes to confess everything
Thought somehow might set me free
A death so dire I could not plea
Some seconds shyer my eyes still see
Slow shots from higher show my blinding
Touch turned to pyre with every degree
Veins on a wire
Tightroped roots of a tree such is we

All my lies are true I swear on this earth,

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Art

Quasi-Poems – Stefano Calligaro

DUTY.

 

SWEEPING THE KITCHEN FLOOR

ON SUNDAY MORNINGS

IS NOT MY DUTY.

MY TASK IS TO WASH MY CAR 

EVERY FRIDAY

WITH A RED FOAM WASH GUN

DOWN AT THE PADDOCK. 

IT TAKES TWO HOURS IN TOTAL

WHEN MY PHONE IS TURNED OFF.

 

 

ONE WEEKEND ROAD TRIP IN THE MOUNTAINS.

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Art

Pink Valentine Highways – Meeah Williams

It’s September
I hang my bare feet
out the window
to feel the wind
rush through my toes.

Your jaw is set like Dick Tracy’s.
Your eyes squinched tight
as key slots.
I sense your spirit animal
is the holstered gun
beneath your armpit.

We’re halfway to nowhere,
Obetz, Ohio,
where you make me dig a grave
and bury the last mementos
of my past.

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