begins his long march
which is a trespass
across strange earth.
of the foreigners
to whom he is the foreigner
are silken whistles
which he misses.
This is a long march.
This is a strange earth.
I am my own stranger.
LiminalityIf I believe in GodLiminality by ashellessmind
he sends me
wings from his stomach’s
& allows me to limn sublimity.
Or if each is living oblivious
I’ll wake in fright
& limn the flightlessness
of that night’s
AmpersandsThis quiet night I rescindAmpersands by ashellessmind
belief in ampersands.
Their patient meaning
collapses from forceful impatience.
Make an allowance for all
virtuosity to conclude.
Single nouns must now be governed
by single adjectives.
A reflection of my own singleness,
a reflection upon my own lack of governance.
Their meaning of unity I have reproved.
Their meaning of incessance I have begged to cease.
Please, let there be no remnant to be found remaining.
Please, let there be no more anymore.
Of endings, I foresee only one:
a period upon a too long period
a plague upon a man who couldn't wait.
Tracking RainThe insinuation of soft salt-rose-petaledTracking Rain by ashellessmind
rain pelting the window whistles
into these too changeable ears until 24 years,
seized with overbearing yearning, pour
into a single glass. The year I became Christian,
which is the year you drowned me
in a reign of love, whisks castaway
among a torrent of lingering & malingering
& my engulfment is recast
as you lifting me dripping to the surface.
Soon the self I had perceived hardly seems to be,
but for a faint rattling like that of train
tracks being racked upon my brainwaves
& although stronger metallurgy leads to more
pristine machinery, so does the warping
of the rack lead to both a wandering from
& wonderment at a rainy day's brilliant
ability to diffuse.
Rape WordsURape Words by ashellessmind
can’t write no poems
outta rape words
get inside yo mouth
& won’t let ne good thing come out
push inside yo mind
& suck yo thoughts dry
press against yo chest
& suffocate w/e
wantz 2 b expressd
swim around inside ya
curse ya shove ya blind ya
cry cry cry cry
michigan traveling songwe could move further from the churchmichigan traveling song by KawaiiJillian
to be closer to god
but then what would become of our hands?
the beer in clare is green
this time of year
as in, all year
Lent Peace of MindHiLent Peace of Mind by imperfect
s church team
s with this vibrant mix of colour
s and numbers that make sunday
s so funny I cancel my lay
s in and ignore the need
s to question the homily
's knack for tensing my brow
s just to guess how much money
s one hundred rows of around ten or so
's people give to His worship
white water raftingleak.white water rafting by mySeity
one opened up
inside me. we are seventy percent fluid
and look it:
the rainy season and hearts, swollen white
raw with the effort of
I have never
entered a lake
the way some fearless children
enter the world,
yet still find myself
rafting my way
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ostit: Results of GunShyMartyr's Workshop on Twisted Stories
Writers-Workshop: This was our first workshop and it turned out beautifully: thank you GunShyMartyr for doing this with us. Another thank you to our participants, watchers and other supporters.
Beccalicious: "A lot of the twists seemed to revolve around murderous acts (including my own) There was great potential that with some of the comments taken on board could be developed into some really strong prose pieces.The first workshop has highlighted some elements of prose that were a consistent issue and ones I hope future prose workshops may focus on. The first workshop has highlighted some elements of prose that were a consistent issue and ones I hope future pr