Volume
3, Edition 14
Authors:
Anna
Anon
Anon
#2
Ava
Johnny
KK
Linda
M
Marqz
Nathan
Olya
Rob
Sean
TJ
Wanderluster
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Lisbon Portugal
Estuary and ocean
Tagus river town
Raining in summer
Forty day flooding this week
Houston is flooded
Angry murderous night
Moon dripping in blood and tears
Cicadas sing songs
Time
to look forward
Everything’s
coming up roses
If
you just let it
A familiar voice
And an unfamiliar face
Who are you kind
one?
Temp tables keep dropping. And by a
thread my
sanity is hanging.
You left me alone
So drink till I drown
Tequila shots on my own
An owl singing night
Beneath a canopy of blue tears
Stars are living quiet
Your presence intoxicates me. Why now? I’m not
ready yet. Be still!
Where do I go? Keep afloat,
Drift. In hindsight I’ll know
Why it was so.
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Impossible
choice:
Familiar
stagnation,
Sea
change and open doors.
Disaster strikes home
Insurance will not cover
What you don’t insure
I’m
learning my heart
What
I need and what you need
Are
different things
Take
this lesson now:
Change
is staid companion
We
will be OK
Pure
or applied math?
Masters
degree or BA?
Can
I get a job?
Smells
familiar.
Pineapples.
Brings back a lot
of fond
memories.
Heart
is that you?
Bled
till dry, now quivering.
Wanting
to be let you.
Past
menu – fried brain, charred heart
All
you can eat sorrow
I
am so full
From
a dream to a
nightmare
to another dream
And
yet I’m awake
Illusions
bring thrill
Will
delusions I can chill
Let’s
make it real love
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Risen golden dawn
Laughter budding rose kisses
A sweet magic dance
Just
doing my job
Making
hard decisions
Duty
and burden
The slow creeping ivy
Phoenixes dancing within the sky
Trees oozing with hues
A single white lily
In the folded hands of prayer
Monsoons of feeling
Flashes of white light
A rumbling in the night sky
Thunderstorm is here
Meghan is having
the same issue.
Misery
loves company. Ha.
Overthinking, underdoing
Why left or right?
Just go move forward.
Do you taste better
than you feel? Beer
and pizza?
Let’s Netflix and Chill.
Your birthday brings tears
Instead of cheers. Pure misery. Instead of bliss.
Day with fleas and stinky breath. I will
say, “Eew!”
Of course, I’d still kiss you
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Photo: Washington Street,
Cork, Ireland.