The dog is sick in the living room.
You are counting down the minutes
until your brain stops thinking — lying
in bed like you’re made of more
The forest then spoke in an archaic language
long forgotten by God’s begotten sons and daughters.
The voice of roaring waters
that seeped so deep into its roots,
from the days of the first seeds sown
and fall of the first fruit.
Its message was that of the days of old,
nights of prehistoric bygones,
movements that have assumed their place
in the current currents,
washing over us in reoccurrence.
I understood as song,
leapt from leafy jaw: Love thine self and all in you will flourish.
Ricardo Hanley Jr.
You made me hate food
count every bite I have
then go exhausting myself
till I can’t feel myself
I can’t look in the mirror Continue reading Khana
Maybe it is best
left as a mystery,
all the sacred things
you hold dear,
for you to breathe.
Even as you notice
the most sincere
principles of reality–
you condemn all the fake
that screams in your face,
and that knowledge may lead
to even more intricate puzzles,
fluttering down from
somewhere to nowhere,
like lazy words writhing
mystically in the dark.
Sometimes going gets tough,
When the fears creep in at
When you are at the saddest point in your life you feel as if there is nothing left. All you have are memories. All you have are hopes and dreams. Now those things you held dear are no comfort. They feel like talons dragging across your brow. Yet, when you are down for the count all you can do is look up. The sun flickers on your tears and there it is hope. A hope of new beginnings. Such beautiful beginnings, parts of you had to die, in order to see them. I guess my ass is a zombie then? ‘Cause I have done more in death than in life.
Christina M. Watkins
I walked behind my heart, Covered up to the thighs in its rivers, freezing from the chill that it became since life served it grief beyond winters, only seeing the calm of blood that passed the rest of my body on the inside. we learned to flow together, to search for ourselves On the walls & floors of my flesh, with no control as I got closer to feel its beats, as blood became my Feet I swam without ever learning but knowing & feeling how weak I could be in its strength.