I looked up-
lifted my chin and then lowered it
down again
closer to my belly, I lifted
and lowered all night.
-Marly Booth-Levy
When my soulful searching eyes find his beautiful face, I change. There are no longer dark shadows surrounding me, but a halo of illumination. My heart is on fire and glowing through my skin. I am radiating the energy of desire. Others can see the sparks that my body is releasing, but I am unaware. I can only feel the sensation. And he is unaware…of what his presence does to me.
The dark shadows fade into a halo of illumination.
Fire in my heart is glowing through my skin,
Radiating desire.
Others see the sparks, but I am unaware.
I only feel the sensation.
And he is unaware
Of what his presence does to me.
-Kady Zone
I sit here at my desk and look at all the items strewn about. Bottles, books, papers and pencils dot the surface. I look down at the 26 symbols randomly arranged below my finger-tips and begin to arrange them. To my right there is a window and a tree just out side of it. I have seen this tree clothed and naked. The trees look black against the sky just as the letters look black against the screen.
The Process
Sitting at a desk.
Bottles, books,
Papers, pencils
Each dot the surface.
26 symbols
Dotted by my fingers.
Random is now arranged.
A tree outside the window;
Switches on and off its clothes.
Naked and black against the sky
A letter against a screen.
-Zachary Mazza
I was cold and I felt surreal. The night had been too long and I was laying on a foreign couch under a blanket that was too small for the night I had had. I was restless and alone. Sleep did not come easily.
It was cold and surreal
night had been too long
so long that my blanket
became too small for my restlessness
sleep did not come easily
-Lauren Vlot
On a cold blustery night came the distant memory of a young woman who looked like she stepped out of a renaissance painting. She had a sad face and a sob that shattered the arteries in my heart. It was a sob that started from the gut, the type of anguish let out like an angry river bursting through a broken dam. I waited patiently to be the one to comfort her, to catch her tears on my shoulder that night. I realized only later, that cast in her reflection, was a sadness emitted from me. The pain was realizing that I needed her more than I knew.
Dreams of a Girl
With a
sob
that could shatter
arteries
in a heart,
her anguish let loose
like an angry river
bursting
a dam.
-Jane Suh