Praying, Praying

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By Kelvin M. Knight

He prayed in the morning. He prayed at night. Words that came to him. Words that did not. Praying was his backbone. Praying was his life. Giving through prayer gave his life meaning. Until she came along. She showed him the truth. All those years spent developing his relationship with God – how could He have gotten it so wrong? She didn’t answer his heartfelt question, just brushed aside his spirituality with a wave of her hand, then crumbled his faith with these haunting words:

“An affirmation monster,” the light in his new vicar’s eyes danced. “That’s how I discern you.”

In the Civil War

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By Carol Smallwood

Acoustic shadows occur when sound fails to travel
due to wind currents, buildings and obstructions
making soldiers think their minds must’ve unraveled
because what else could it be, what deductions?

Due to wind currents, buildings and obstructions
soldiers can smell smoke, see light from battle
because what else could it be, what deductions,
since sound didn’t reach them fighting in saddle.

Soldiers can smell smoke, see light from battle
making soldiers think their minds must’ve unraveled
since sound didn’t reach them fighting in saddle.
Acoustic shadows occur when sound fails to travel.

     
Carol Smallwood’s recent poetry collections include In Hubble’s Shadow and Prisms, Particles, and Refractions.

The Life Cycle of Thoughts and Prayers

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By Desert Dweller

Dissolve into the ether,
these vapors to binge and purge,
resting in street cracks to grow
the seeded wishes of dandelions,
debated as weed or flower,
embrace or destroy,
sun-colored pedals soaked in exhaust,
mulched into fallen bodies run down
by dogma, political strife,
alienation.

The family on bent knees prays,
the man in the van prays,
the mourners pray,
bringing flowers suffocated in
cellophane, piled high into
sickly colored trash,
dyed like cotton candy carnival
while dandelions wilt under
the weight of our grief, tilling
another killing season and blooms
of thoughts and prayers

Remains

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By Heidi Coon

She whispers, ‘just breathe’
The only way out, is through
Should you fall beneath
Truth laid bare for you

The only way out is through
Weighted pain pulls you under
Truth laid bare for you
Ire turned surrender

Weighted pain pulls you under
The solace of nothingness
Ire turned surrender
Lungs filled with emptiness

The solace of nothingness
How easy to just let go
Lungs filled with emptiness
No grievance toward the throe

Your pain, your grief, your sorrow
Should you fall beneath
Today renders tomorrow
She whispers, ‘just breathe’

Serenity

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By Hugo Jay

A calm sea against sandy beaches
Rolling hills
A cloudless sky
Flower-filled meadows and warm breezes and sunshine

The crickets chirp to say goodbye to the sun
And the birds chirp to greet it
Worry is gone
Fear is gone
All is peaceful and quiet and clear and bright

Muscles relaxed
Breathing steady
I bathe in the light of a new day
The animals calm
And the air whispers in my ear

I am free

Perfect World

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By Jacob

In a perfect world, love wouldn’t exist. In such a world, you don’t move in together or get married. You co-habitate. You don’t say “I love you,” as if to reassure each other that nothing has changed since the last time you said it. You don’t have to say anything. You don’t have to open yourselves up and be vulnerable. You don’t have to be sensitive to one anothers’ feelings. You cook for each other and drive each other places and fuck each other because you like the feeling of it. Of not being alone.

Fences

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By Bioman (aka Microman)

I have escaped from a Mental Institution near where I live over ten times. Eventually they closed the unit down because of its lack of security as illustrated by my escaping up the cherry tree, onto the fence and over the roof.

FENCES

I cross the gap with ease
between my knees I carry my piece
of cake.
It shouldn’t look like this,
I hold true but it starts
to melt
this ardor I felt for your
arms again.

They close to me now
gated and sure
no fence allowed to be
here around my heart
for my escaping
volunteer.