Psychic Respiration

Poetry

By Andrew Unruh

A burned out light in the sky,
its life-spark lost to the aether,
throws shade across its hollow-eyed
desolation tenement lodgers…

Telephone wires above are sizzling like a snare
smoking in the supernatural darkness,
floating across the tops of cities
reproducing flowers of green-gold, red-gold and fire…

The cinders of psychic respiration flow on
within you and without you, as we lay
by the gnarled steel roots of trees of machinery.

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Leaving Home

Poetry

By Miranda Weaver

I am standing, trembling

at the edge of all my dreams

the dawn of new and promising things

glaring and shimmering across the abyss

I am not afraid of falling- no!

I am afraid of what I’m leaving behind

of breaking with this familiar, beloved ground

So many memories born in this warm earth

But the enchanting, beckoning blue above

calls to me with its freedom

its freshness, its mystery

And my heart is answering

urging me on to this last step in my safe, known place

I will leap! I will spread wings I knew not of, burn with fire I knew not I had

soar in joyful wheels at heights I thought unattainable

Chain Reaction

Poetry

By Jocelyn Wilkinson

A brush, a swipe, a breath

I feel you against my neck

I can’t find you though.

Where did you go?

Hand flings through the air—I’m growing up to you.

You were just there

But now you’re gone.

Where did you go?

There

    There

        There

I see you but can’t get you

Try catching up, you’re gone.

Where are you going?

Stop

Stop

STOP

Please I said stop

Just slow down so I can catch you

I can feel you—I’m almost big enough for you—just slow down.

Where are you going?

My body is

    B     U     R     S     T     I     N    G

trying to find, meet, understand you

Can’t you see I’m trying?

Why are you going?

Oh there you are…

                             Almost…

I missed you again—bigger, bigger—slipped from my hands.

Why are you going?

You stopped…but…you were going somewhere…

You couldn’t have stopped for me—I shrink, I’m normal.

Why did you stop?

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