i feel its twisted desire
it hisses an incantation
calls down the shadows of
betelgeuse bellatrix saiph rigel
to pin my shoulders my hips
against the bed
Charlene Kwiatkowski | ROUND AND ROUND IT GOES
The blackberries aren’t ripe,
haven’t quite reached the cliff’s edge
from which there is no return without thorns
scratching like vinyl
Neil Garvie | ESCAPE FROM AMBIGUITY
Have you ever found yourself in a dream
following a path that seems familiar
a rutted winding way surrounded by uncertainty?
You pass through shadows of the forest
You cannot see ahead, but continue
trusting what you must
Hana Woodbridge | OUR THIN PLACE
somewhere in New York, a woman collects
our dreams—
ear-tags our fleshy sleeping psyches and lines
them in neat taxonomies on her shelf
in mine, the bees have gone extinct and the fish
have sunk to mud and the backbones of
our ecosystems have collapsed under human weight
Jeremy Desjarlais | FOR ROTHKO, FOR LONDON
This space
was found
in a dream of tomorrow.
I wander through sleep
into these red squares,
and the light is of a kind
I have never before known.
Elana Wolff | IF YOUR DREAMS ARE ENDING
What you need: a sheet, a pen, a
hand, I
use my right to write.
If your dreams are ending
badly, put them into words,
like this:
Rose Maloukis | WE CANNOT LIVE WITH RELENTLESS UGLY
those images follow us
into nights’ labyrinths crevices mud and monotone scumble
Léa Taranto | LOST
we promised each other we wouldn’t
But you’d told me long ago you never planned to live past 30
But you didn’t even get to be 30
But while you’d always wanted children, I didn’t, that hurt you
But as a child in elementary school, they labelled you “delinquent”
But as a teen, being a dropout made you “badass”
Colin Robertson | THE MOON
Vast and lifeless
Imagine: it holds nothing, ever,
But its own damaged mass.
It travels alone
Bound to us
Like some old beaten dog