Let them ruin you a while
let them wreck you for a spell
Nature
Cover reveal of “Nights in the Snow Garden.”
Based on what I’ve read in “Letters to Jupiter”, I can guarantee you this upcoming collection will be an emotional ride with raw and heartfelt examinations of the self, love, and life.
“My first rain of monsoon 2021” by Priyanci Jain.
Smell, feel, touch and sound
I am a rain child
By the canefields at dusk.
From solidarity and desire, the trace of winter’s end,
Will I always remember that? I see people
Scowled on their prophecies, and dreams from before
Are never nearly settled in the impression of first want—
With these rhythmic ghosts upon red petals, and in the distance
The beauty of the dew—vanishing in deeper silence—
Terrifying their own voices nightmarish with unease
thief.
Don’t look for me
I won’t look for you.
“THE WRETCH” by Jay Mora-Shihadeh.
The needling
of the wind howls
in this
Barren
Cavern
Brain
Of a man, forlorned.
ii.
if I ever had a dream
it was not like this / bone split open and blooms /
Mes mots dans ce rêve.
The likeness of snow-covered heaps on desert-searing nights
Of a scathing wind that cursed a name and brought it
By the crook of a deserted nest sunbathed by bare hands,
Seducing a whistle to the primeval waters that shoehorn rocks
Reflected with an awakening flutter within a cold room
With lip of ice and loitering hill sides by a pale tide,
blistering with mercy;
“Peregrination” by Lon Barry.
The sun is a bastard
Whom I love. Moon does not understand
I am cheating with soil. The mossbeds rise like breath
The crows do not observe, they do not know I cheat
With worms.
“Dead Garden” by Nick Pipitone.
dried leaves rustle like fading nightmares, an urge to suck in colors before me
“Murmuration” by Tom Alexander.
A hyper-sensitivity of feeling
your art connects across the senses
The roughness of ancient bark
beneath gentle fingertips
A kiss from rock-pool water
warm against bare ankles
“Sketch of Homey Cottage” by edenbray.
A white stripe daubed across, broken up
from left eye to right
there is the cottage
undo all the ties.
I fertilize
garden bones as if I would my children
preparing first life
and then the subtlety
the pagala death;
snake and seamstress.
my feet bleed and kiss the ground
upon you, sprouting from
silhouettes; it beguiles
the hassock leaves
stone
in which I am a lady
of ash and hair
“Sudden Goosebumps” by edenbray.
I can hear the babble and gaggle of the geese
hear them splash as they crash in water
something about you that understands.
this fool
world spun
in cold-blooded
lady i
know you
“Jetty Song” by Tom Alexander.
Her fingers tracing mine
Lily danced me out of the garden
those green eyes brimming lively
with purest abandon
“Another Channel” by Nick Pipitone.
i want to feel connected to Mother Earth –
wet, black soil after torrential rains
swaying tree boughs that yearn to
embrace me like old grandmas
with calloused hands &
toothless smiles
“From Across the Sea” by Tina McFarlane.
Rain from that morning made the amber sand soft and comforting as it covered my toes, like slippers. I knew that I only had a few moments, and I wasn’t going to let anything sour my mood.
