featured in the poetry forum October 17, 2017  :: 0 comments

Each moment I’m ducking under the streams of thousands of rivers. After each willed bath floats a corpse. Logically there is left no claimant of that corpse. Rather caring a straw for it, I too look forward to a new dawn. At times somebody whispers, pulls one or two of them. I feel hilarious to find me alive among some sounds of arrested silence.

– Utpal Chakraborty

editors note:

One person’s horror is another’s hilarity. – mh clay

Everything was meant to be broken

featured in the poetry forum October 16, 2017  :: 0 comments

Everything was meant to be broken;
and even the darkest nights into
the first light of dawn.

– Rajtilak Bhattacharjee

editors note:

From any shake and shatter, something new can come. – mh clay

Reaching for Dawn

featured in the poetry forum October 15, 2017  :: 0 comments

The shades of dawn
falling like colorful feathers
plucked from the sky.

Sorrow, a distant friend with
sodden shoulder and sturdy
pose, no longer needed.

In hand, a timetable of
misbegotten deeds, to be
dispersed to the four winds.

The song was sung long ago.
The echo still remains, of
voices faint and far off.

I do not know the words.

Climbing the mountain,
altitude unknown, oxygen
as a noon shadow.

The pinnacle appears.
Breathing in the clouds,
Focus begins to dim.

Past fading into the future, as
the dawn now turns pure gold.
The summit is within reach.

– Ann Christine Tabaka

editors note:

No wise man at mountain top; only wind. The perfect dispersal place for deeds. – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum October 6, 2017  :: 0 comments

Never truly satisfied
Like a constant itch
Almost straight lines
Almost neat piles

Little mistakes
And imperfections
Build under my skin
So I scratch
Until little pieces
Of my body
Flake away

Slowly but surely
I rip through the many
Layers of irritation
Because sometimes
It’s the little things
That eventually
Kill you

– Julia Cirignano

editors note:

We kill ourselves in so many little ways, just to stay alive. (Julia has a new collection, “White Wine & Medical Marijuana,” available on Amazon. Get your copy here. Congrats, Julia!) – mh clay

Like Hitler’s Diary

featured in the poetry forum October 5, 2017  :: 0 comments

He said quietly that you
were to follow
and yet not

– Jeff Bagato

editors note:

So, if that’s what he said, what do we say? – mh clay

Words, Words, Words

featured in the poetry forum October 4, 2017  :: 0 comments

I can manipulate your world,
infect your heart,
slowly contort your thoughts
to my design—
Who are you really, if
I control your mind?
this sorcery of verbiage,
this spellwork of editing,
through these scratches on
thin trees, I can bring you to your
ragged knees, you are no one—
dear reader—no one
without me.

– Sarah Karowski

editors note:

Wow! The reader IS the story. – mh clay

Catharsis daily

featured in the poetry forum October 3, 2017  :: 0 comments

Lions and shadows
labyrinthine emergence
voice in the chasm
obliteration of the possible at all costs
unbegotten and immortal
words that belong to a quantum realm
catharsis daily

– Rus Khomutoff

editors note:

Our looped existence; ecstasy and angst, every day. – mh clay

I Urge You…

featured in the poetry forum October 1, 2017  :: 0 comments

To meet me on the edge of the World…

There, where horologes grow their wings,
there, where distances ache our shoulders no more,
where the metronome dissipates our breaths no more,
and unbroken smiles do not grow…

The place… where… you cease to chase
The shadows of Worthlessness!…

To meet me where Eternity has lost its clock!
Where dreams live, unmutilated by tears,
so we can find each other
beyond banal bleached days
of senseless sceneless seasons,
where I may still taste the aroma of your morning eyes,
a Time and Place where I may cease to remember
how my roots were stolen from me,
and I may strive no more within the molasses
of mundane monotonous equations,
and require no more Mathematical solutions
of… this LOVE!…

I urge you to meet me
at the place where answers lose their questions,
with no maps or recipes to touch the Heart,
where words cannot shatter my hearing
and Time is not crammed inside a dusty lost note.
Meet me where the verb “to cry” is non-existent,
no walks on nameless maze of streets –
Instead, arched inside a hypnotic butterfly’s leap.

My Love…
I drew my Eternity under your eyelids,
words lost their senses,
past the borders between our thoughts,
just an additional pulsation for you….
to love me, insanely, without restraint.

No more random rusty routines,
Only… the Mirage of our cosmic Co-Existence!

– Anca Mihaela Bruma

editors note:

Time for timeless love… (View a compelling, haunting video rendition of this poem, with Anca’s own vocals. Check it out here.) – mh clay

Cabernet sauvignon 2013

featured in the poetry forum September 27, 2017  :: 0 comments

Friday night
Fly in the bottle
Practicing the backstroke
Head slipping under
Gulps of crimson
Fighting to breathe
Shallow and shallow
Saturday morning
Empty vessel

– Kim Ann

editors note:

Oof! We’ve had that hangover before (won’t say it was last Saturday, cuz…) – mh clay

A Letter to My Roommates

featured in the poetry forum September 26, 2017  :: 0 comments

Someday, I want a love
that knows only the boundaries
we set for it

I want a love where things
are shared freely, where
the line between his and
mine is traversable and respected
in equal measure

I want to love someone so deeply
that I can eat a fry off his plate
without asking or he can
read my Scott Pilgrim books and
I will not mind

I want a love where I can ask him
to sleep two feet away or
holding me close and both are
beautiful, needed

I want this completely bonded type
of love, but I do not have it
with any of you, so please
stop using my soap.

– Brendan Gillett

editors note:

If there ain’t no bond, back the f**k off. – mh clay