I’ve bitten my fingernails right down, down to you
and I can’t stop moving
Culled all my sulky inclinations
Thought I did, thought I eliminated it/them/I guess
Some things will always feel comfortable
Familiar wall for my back to recall old flame,
Allure is ebbing truly
All I’m missing is sleep and the chance to repeatedly
Pick and unpick all my seams. Continue reading
Since the darkness
by Sue Clennel
Since the darkness I have been on the wrong side, the listing side of the ship.
There are always new arrivals
who wait with me to watch the moon suck us in.
Scared of the flick knives of cold Januarys.
Scared of the barbed kisses of fished out Mondays.
On shore, beefy voices tell us to sing,
commend a new glue for this crew of scraped knees,
sigh navigator wise at our silent impasse.
“On a New World”
by Phillip Ellis
Above the vaulted sky hung silently,
lonely upon such an empty world,
silence, lay around me,
and it fenced me into the thought of gods
but of them none ever was,
the sky, still as sigh or stone, ever alone, ever alone.