No Filter Required

featured in the poetry forum December 18, 2018  :: 0 comments

Evening light in morning disorients
qualities not from winter geometries
Rather as if every eyeballful filtered
Through paint company color decks

Sunrise, starfish, salamander

We compulsively check weather apps
learn Air Quality Index as buzzword
Clear lungs, itchy eyes, a symptom
To the west, tinted murk worries

Amber, apricot, tangerine

Entire childhoods passed without fire
Only jokes about umbrellas and mossy toes
In this new damaged and in-denial world
Masks, paranoia, poison-tinged headlines daily

Safety, international, hunter orange

Smoke and haze drift with weather systems
Plot coups, form their own isobar stories.
Sunset, moonrise photos require little editing
For just the right piece of social media flair.

Papaya, Princeton, burnt

Flames aren’t just for California anymore
Sociopolitical discourse now imbued with the bizarre
This orange world is ablaze daily, no filter required
To reach a ghastly orange nexus of pollution, corruption

Marmalade, sandstone, sunset

– Joshua H. Baker

editors note:

Filter, falter, full tour… – mh clay

when mind rests…

featured in the poetry forum December 12, 2018  :: 0 comments

what peaceful sea shore;
flat waters pay triple tours,
and the land says more…

– Olude Peter Sunday

editors note: The best environmental policy? Shut up and listen! – mh clay

You know what it means

featured in the poetry forum December 10, 2018  :: 0 comments

Piece of mind. Metal mind. Heavy metal mind. Try as I might. I cannot you. You cannot me. Death star. Unrelenting. Tree of being. Tree of bubbles in the water. Trace. Trace your hand. Understand. You cannot be real. You are unreal. You are a meal for a godlike being. Oh can’t you see. You’re a lot stronger than me. And I get along, albeit. Albeit. Better feel your digit. Spittle on your digit. On a weird sad evening. Cancer sticks. Your spit. The house quiet and alone and vast like the ocean floor. Beyond read. Beyond mouth. Beyond stick insect. Be nice. Be nice. Be nice to the pariahs. You are them, somewhere. Your hair, your eyes, your mouth, your read, your see, your love, your bothered mucousy drum. Dot. Forward Slash. The onion. Brutal. Objective. No one home. Undead. Wandering in a snow globe. You can’t believe. You want to believe. You want to communicate. But you can’t. Haha, you can’t. Haha, you can’t. Haha, you can’t. You are endless. You tear up pictures of God in your room. Wasting. Being stupid. Adoring. Muscles. Breasts. Redeeming. Spudlike. A dud. Poison in your brain. Rasputin in your eyes and ears. King over pages of forced writing. Goodness. Gracious. Look at the day, try to make out the hieroglyphs. Pleasant dreams. Jar of rainbows. Kicking the kickball. Monster. You. Unloaded. Unwanted. Busy bee. Cowering sleeplessly. Canyon of windows. You know you know you know you know you know you know you know you know you know what it means.

– Harry McNabb

editors note: Oh, how much pain will we gain because we do? – mh clay

INTOLERANCE TO BE TOLERATED

featured in the poetry forum December 5, 2018  :: 0 comments

Nothing.
Vacuum everywhere.
My fist
Your fist
Our hope
The river of love
etc and etc.

Nothing is comfort
The road we walk
The air we breath
The weather we deserve.

Nothing.
Vacuum everywhere.
The holyness we tried to be admired.
The brotherhood we tried to be exercised.
The fellow feelings we tried to be continued.

The heaven of peace is burnt up.
Chaos prevailing all around.

We have to remove the history of this time.
We have to create a new world for the new generation.
The intolerance to be tolerated.
The chain of our feet has to turn into anklet.

– Rajumoni Saikia

editors note: Will we create anew? How much can we take to make shackles shine? – mh clay

“I love You”

featured in the poetry forum December 3, 2018  :: 0 comments

“I love you” is a liability
A heavy burden; a responsibility
“Let’s just have fun”, you say
Let’s have fun until you decay
Till all of your beauty
Fades away
I waste your life; 3 months at a time
I get what I want in this victimless crime
“I love you” is a hook
And you’re easy bait
I will screw you over
Then blame it on fate
Hope is a carrot
I dangle in front of your face
The moment you complain
I’ll leave without a trace

– Dana Al Rashid

editors note: Sweet to hear, sweet to say. Beware! They’re not always meant that way. – mh clay

Another Night

featured in the poetry forum December 2, 2018  :: 0 comments

Twisted bedsheets, tangled limbs.
The fury of another night, war torn

and scarred. The enemy, myself.
A battleground of my mind.

Relentless images invade
with incessant word. Pillows

and blankets litter the floor,
innocent victims of the onslaught.

A glaring clock mocks as
minutes turn to hours, and

a litany of worries parade across
the ceiling, no redemption in sight.

I pray for peace. I count my breaths,
waiting for sleep, an elusive friend,

to take me by the hand. Another night
of fury, and still no rest within reach.

– Ann Christine Tabaka

editors note: Augh! If we’re counting, we damn sure ain’t sleeping. – mh clay

The perception of life

featured in the poetry forum November 30, 2018  :: 0 comments

the way I close my eyes is a seduction.
a clementine red prayer to my body,
with dark clouds. a sleepless child humming.
a black spot spinning in the sky, apparitions of liquid monotony.
it churns the limbs inside
with a mouth of lust.

there is a dark room with closed fists,
fists that shimmer red pain. Inside my mind of a blank page.
a white pure kiss hanging,
like a loop foreheads murmuring a word.

a seizure. a dream. I close my eyes, I see myself floating
alone in the lanes of words, a reverie of mists.
Flowers bloom inside my mouth. Knuckles of painted red nostrils.

This land is pious for I am unknown to myself.
I sneeze like a ghost
with my hands saying my uncanny dreams.
a concoction of love and death.
it’s here, speeding like a wasp.
we walk like ghosts,
sip and drink,
the arching thunders of time,
slipping softly.
hush and be quiet now. Be your own butterfly.

– Devika Mathur

editors note: Which bring life? The perceptions or the words? – mh clay

Splatter Reel

featured in the poetry forum November 29, 2018  :: 0 comments

I’m done with Desire,
that midnight menace,

but here he comes again
in his skin-tight tank top.

Even when I run,
he’s around every corner,

swallowing my screams,
mouth on mine,

his masked face
obscuring the stars.

– Isaiah Vianese

editors note: We cry “Victim!” as we open the wine. – mh clay

“Tentacles”

featured in the poetry forum November 27, 2018  :: 0 comments

Tentacles can be such a dirty word,
devious, circuitous to a degree, buried in such
a cunning connotation that says more than
what you may want to hear.

Say it out loud with me,
then say it out loud to yourself 7 times.
Don’t you think it sounds a bit dirty?
If I tell you over and over like the proverbial
diamond needle stuck in a scratched groove
on an antiquated black vinyl album,
you will know it is dirty, and you will avoid it on the streets.
Tentacles, tentacles, gonna-grab-you-with-my-nasty-tentacles,
leave big sucker whelps all over your neck, back, and upper legs.
Go look in the mirror
and tell me that I wasn’t serious.

– John Dorroh

editors note: Some suckers for such succor, say, “Stick’em!” – mh clay

Please.

featured in the poetry forum November 26, 2018  :: 0 comments

Bite the skin of my words,
Peel back each sentence and
Taste what my heart would say.
Let us know each other
Intimately (but not well).
I was tired of loving
So unrequitedly –
But I’m well rested now.

– Ted E.F. Roberts

editors note: To be recognized, received; so worth the pain of exposure. – mh clay