Sleep with a gun by Josiah Kemp My rage got claws/claws/claws away at me chunk by chunk of flesh forms gunk, ugh, it reeks of hot blood rising in the streets of Black people dying at your feet, marching feet crying for a little peace a piece of you doesn’t think we’re human, wants to scrape the brown off our faces to prove it I have proven that I’m not a threat, but my outrage gets a bit too big sometimes, but only when my people die, wouldn’t you? Speak fluent war cries until the ones who hurt you heard you? Pulsations by Tansen Patel-Bose Bong tea steam rising in an inspiration of morning light The alarm ping shatters ping breathless ping dreams ping Thoughts lengthen in the caverns boom of eternal subway dusk like bolts of satin boom Unraveling Lullaby by Lily Fasciano Goodnight to all the people Staring, Wondering, Dreaming, Hoping. All alone With only their selves For comfort Perhaps you will find Some small warmth For we are all just like you May we all rest In peace Goodnight. Stagnant Itinerant by Selina Zhang You’re wandering through somber blue Thick as the sea that churns ships and souls alike Mindless and heedless of the sandy shores Whose beds remain gleaming with bottle-glass Rolling through the tiled hallways Tired and present like rusty blades Lapping and cutting away at ankles and caroling their seaborne songs The songs children murmur in their sedative cradles The words we taste when consciousness drifts elsewhere Tides rushing down the corners into every dead room Where you look up to alternate skies invisible to everyone else The blue rushing through the thin silver trees Their branches simple and gleaming and heavy with crystal liquid gourds Tethering their tethered back in the midst of the heavy blue Thin rivers in the air reaching for flesh Ergo the sailors remain supine on their stagnant ships Watching, waiting Eyes fixated on distant stars Waiting for Charon’s ferry And you Your limbo elsewhere than these sailors Seeing, enduring For the day that you get off your stagnant ship And go back to sea The Wedding by Mia Vitiello As expected, All went wrong. It was as if an envelope was ripped open and its contents solely consisted of Sparkles and Glitter and anything else that would be impossible to pick up without a heavy duty vacuum and a bag full of patience. Crow by Joshua Zalot crow fly south please, if you know what’s good for you then spread oil wings slick and powerful, this place, it is not enough for you. crow transform you stand close so close so just breathe into action, a metamorphosis in ice. Shatter now this stillness: for a moment, snowfall scattering lower orders into the mudbank. And crow, do you pity me? for a while this january will swallow me, swaddle me in empty longing, dreams that comfort but do not feed, dizzying heights meaning nothing. And now enters death just (hating inkblot saunters into scene raises vibration to boundless a little death, just a taste of the boundless and screams now the sun, child the sun.) to live me closer to great chasms. (adam the sun did you know the sun? But you, crow, could erase this and fly brilliant beautiful and the sun orbits a dark father.) caw more than anything caw: (you are of dust, adam. don't worry, i’m sorry It's just moving air i’m sorry only clarity: i’m sorry empty transcendence in a two-second scream. but there’s nothing I can do.) “A muse, a memory” by Lauren Salemo Western movies and taunting rivers running and roaring for miles without end How long? (Until your smoked soul elopes with the fading sun) Thunder storms and humid air hounding and haunting until summer feels unloved Until? (Until clouds over the harbor smother the moonlight) Folk songs and seditious words revolting and rousing till the sun dies. Tomorrow? (No. When your words don’t turn towns to ash) If today is tomorrow, I really am not sure. (Just wait, wait. Time is only a moment) The past is nothing but a muse, a memory. a Day in the Life by Lily Fasciano Today I wake up I check the clock Too early I run late I pass you on the street You wave I blink I miss you We walk away Fireball by Ava Andreychik Shine bright Blaze Begone Leave like you do before Why come and bother me? You inflict pain Bring me joy Took it away Brought me happiness Took it away Showed love Took me away Nothing I could do But sit there and watch The flames consuming you as they flare up Eventually You’re gone Then Me. Contest by Mia Vitiello Her face, full — Brown hair, Brown skin, Brown lips. Her hair, wavy — A sine of The Universe's creation. Rainbow eyes Rainbow soul Rainbow rhythm. Her beauty is mathematical, Precise, symmetrical Yet surrounded in the unknown. Time Removed by Lily Fasciano Let time remove you Let music move you Let the clock spin And the record spin And the wheels only in your mind spin Like a top Without a sliver of control I hold On tightly Don’t Let go The Clock by Ava Andreychik Tick Tick Tock Tock She never stops Her hands are long, short, poised with grace and elegance Yet something is holding her back Is it that she’s never good enough? Perhaps her anxiety is taking over: Either way, She’ll let the demons take control Disintegrate Demolish Burn Take everything that made her Turn it into nothing For in this world She’ll be forgotten Jazz by Lily Fasciano A sprinkle of l i g h t Weaving In And Out Of time No rhyme nor reason For each little SPARK It’s a little dark It’s a little cold It’s a little sudden But I listen And I breathe And the world falls into place For a moment "Dying of the Light", header artwork by Selina Zhang. Lines from "Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night" by Dylan Thomas.
0 Comments
|
AuthorThis mini-blog was written by members of the Northern Lights Art and Literary magazine club. |