the boney moon, dragged by hibiscus over the red hills.Your moth wings baby-rattling the drowning of the stars, the symmetry of our skeletons for asylum; the moon, she finds my darkness by the Katsura leaves. The atramental vagary of her lays in my hands. psithurism, algedonic to the death strokes when she flutters, how she… Read More à minuit
our ghosts accompany loneliness… mirrors of distant memory find to the dusk like at sea a memento in a dream that eludes me and floats… Orange blossoms into Ophelia’s violets and the granitic rocks rush to the red dust for how quietly time has passed through the statuary of rock… Read More our ghosts.
summer, pilgrimage of the ewe; the blood sun breaks upon death— is the symmetry of the flower where an ocean throws the moon’s noose, leaving to the knot of a darker azure? dream, and you might too leave in the white rose of lips; sewn a monolith exchanging, in perfidy, a child at the river… Read More This night.
Poet Don runs the FCS Childrens Education Unit He is devoted to giving the children a good grounding for their journey in life The kiddies all love him Our God first made the heavens Then earth did follow on The rest was made in China Like seats we now sit on Oooh… Poet Don can… Read More “Poet Don talks to the Class about God” by Don Matthews.
The first chip in the axeis in the ebony winterfingers craving on the freshvein of apples,madness, an old wine, the tender briarof the moon and drunkmorpheus to a shorethat never bleeds;seduction to the redstrawberries / naked insanitiesto veiled black feathers,we’ll not waitfor the moon to commit suicide.Have our tombs,six months in winter,six months in spring;… Read More You handsome devil.
Overlooking the shoreline, a deep sigh forms releasing the exhaust of the day. Blowing out in the direction of the cool breeze, I scan the shore expecting something or someone, but it never comes. Looking up, the pink moon rises over the North Sea and it hits me- this spot, this arresting moment is what… Read More “Pink Moon Rising” by Kimberly Ray.
Frost labors my neck, the snake of womb in there Eastern Europe then the admonitory shores to the oneiric seize of our fruits dismembered with white at the tentacles of spring Gimcrack, exiled in arabian perfumes; shun me, music, like a stranger in the romance pollinating in sedated blood of the Sahara, in which the… Read More mad to the moon.
She grappled his face. “You don’t get to say shit like that. Not after this fucked off day. You can go fuck off too if you keep saying that.”
“I’ve never seen you so sentimental.”
“It’s not like you’d remember,” Lauren sighed, only now feeling how sweated up her tank-top had become.
“Ouch. Low blow.”… Read More Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter 6 Part II.
Darkness wailed, as they shuffled silently ensuring Anastasia had indeed left the basement. Tom balanced himself up with one of the boxes sequestered in the room. “I don’t want to see her,” his eyes twisted shut.… Read More Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter 6 Part I.
I’m very happy to announce that my poem “dream (returning hand in hand)” has been published in Free Verse Revolution. It was written for the August submission theme, dreams and nightmares, under my pseudonym. You can read the poem here. My utmost thanks and gratitude to Kristiana Reed for accepting my piece. As always, I… Read More “dream (returning hand in hand)” Poem Published in Free Verse Revolution.
in starry death, dido falls like the star, an explosion to the peremptory mouths of sea; the sun bums a cigarette, we are morsels to her; i, alone, do not grieve, but dreams black and ténébreux fall to dissection of God, troglodyte & beast. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the dVerse prompt:… Read More undo.
A humongous figure, overly bulging muscular arms covered in a distinct fur like growth, his bald head resembled a barren land with a crisscrossing array of canals; it was so vivid as if a network of ropes were levied under the skin of his skull. … Read More Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter 5 Part II.
“You are a sheer pain in the ass. If you were not my damn brother, I would have left you to rot in those fields,” Lauren murmured making sure that Tom couldn’t hear.
The downpour was getting heavy, but that was not the reason for Lauren’s worry. She was still trying to calculate the entire process she had to escape this dreaded island; and the hiss she heard was bothering her.… Read More Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter 5 Part I.
the moon kissesus both; knowingthe white tumuli of bloodat our feetis ours; in a dream,I’ve been the meronymyof ocean to ocean; I would see the black starsand their explosionsinto a sea of pareidolia but these dreamsa fidelity of bloodthe first of the blinded eyeto see the bone-white frostand thorns at duskswayed in thebroken troughof skin… Read More Hellebores.
What do you think is the difference between (Your minds you will need to unblock) A jeweler, and also a jailer? Think hard my dear lovely little flock (mumble….mumble….think….think….) We don’t know Poet Don…. One watches cells and the other sells watches…. (blank looks all round….) (What am I doing wrong?….) Poet Don has a… Read More “Poet Don Puts a Question to his Little Flock” by Don Matthews.
Clutching a sharp knife from her satchel, she sliced away and pushed aside the climbers and branches that obtruded in their way; Lauren forged her way through the forest, Tom following right behind her. They had drawn closer to the neck of the woods, occupied by trees laden with luscious and succulent fruits, that stretched for a few miles.… Read More Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter 4.
Monologue A theater performance that takes place in an apartment building; four apartments inhabited by four people who all live alone for various reasons Six monologues that are linked together. ACT 1 Apartment 1A. Set in a small apartment where most things are still in moving boxes One woman is very distressed, because she can… Read More “THEATRE PLAY” by Writers Adventurers.
I’m ecstatic to share a collaboration that Matt and I worked on back in June for one of his Blue Turtle comics. It made its first appearance on his site today. You can check it out here. I wrote the dialogue, while Matt did the wonderful art. I hope you find it a bit humorous.… Read More BLUE TURTLE COMIX Collaboration.
i am alone; the skull of rocks grimace at the clown winter. In the starry epitaph, I wash this blood from my hands; the moon is my child and the shore is a memory exiled; entering alone, it bares the imitation epithet, known as our death- sentence. Dreams atrophied like the first bite of… Read More blood on hands.
footsteps in the sienna, the lemon glow; Paris cassocks into the green sea, I dreamed in the meronymy of faces I could not have known; I radiated from the appareled sun in black winters, tired of the tumuli, the red epistles with inkstones, the flowers of a death sentence, and a sun that settles over… Read More footsteps in the sienna.
