Monday, July 4, 2016

James Lee Jobe writes


Stranger, come in and sit at the table.

Friend, are you hungry?
Break the bread with me,
And then rest for a while.
Blessed are the hungry
And blessed are the weary.
We are the same in the void,
You and I - beings of light,
Beings of empathy and love,
Human beings, souls
That exist inside of bodies.
Souls, in flesh and bone.
Touch your forehead to mine
And take my hands in yours.
Brother, sister, we are one.
We are all part of The One.

-for William Mahoney Sr, grandfather-





Beings of White Light -- BenGoodspeed

Anca Mihaela Bruma writes and speaks



Existential Questions 


(J.A.) "What Is Life? Recall your memories! And try to answer! If you can?!..."


(A.M.B.) "What is left
of a soul that slowly
is flickering on the remnants
of its mind and heart?!?


How do I restore
my own Fire
when everything is falling...
...yet growing?


How would I change
the rhythm of my Life
pressed against my own ear?"


(J.A.) "You're still alone..."


(A.M.B.) "How can I be held responsible
for the consequences
when everything
is out of sequence?...


How would I freeze
that moment
which is irreplaceable
and insatiable?...


How would I remove
the sleepless nights
and unspent memories
from the edges of my Being?


How can I cure someone
who falls under the weight of My Heart
so myself... I will not remain unsung?


How many testaments of regrets
shall I write
to someone who has fallen
from the grace of my eyes?


How would I
not let the cadence of my heart
to be taken for granted?..."


(J.A.) "You'll be alone!..."


(A.M.B.) "Each bite and sniff of my Life
reminds me of this fragmented World
and its hypnotic deception!..."


(J.A.)"Where is your LOVE? It's no Time! What do you feel? Pain? Because you spent your Life alone? What is Life? It's a pain, you must endure it!... What is Life? Recall your memories! And try to answer, if you can?!..."
Music and Voice: Johnny Alici (Song: "What Is Life?!...")

 
 104 -- Farzad Golpayegani 

Dorin Popa writes



NOVEMBER QUESTIONS

how long do I have to wait

to learn which things are mine?

how long can I keep falling down
with no return, with no way out?

from where do so many frights and wastes
come to my soul?

which are the boundaries and what is the share
which is the strength and which is the weakness?

where do the tears of  the whole world drop?
and where do the teardrops go?


why is night falling so soon now
why do all people hide?

Cage by semraturkmen
Cage -- Semraturkmen

Jeremy Seligson writes



9.

C
R
I
C
K
E
T
S



“Since
            Woodsman
                        cut

            old
                   birch
                                    down

            life
                        hasn’t
                                    felt

                        the
                                    same”


            “Yes ~
                        some~
                                    thing
                       
                                                inside
                                                            has
                                                died”

                                    “Some~
                                      thing
                                                pristine”


“They
            might
                        root
                                    up

            our
                   vegetables
                                      next

                        “Leaving
                                                us
                                                            nothing ….”


                                                Sun
                                                            sinks
                                    while
                                                farmers
                        wait
                                    for
           
                                                our
                                    cricket                  
                                                serenade


                        “Some
            fiddle
                        up
            there

by
            elephant~
                        ear
                                    leaves

            or
                        down
                                    here
among
          dark
                   trees”


                        “Such
            comforts
                        give                                         
                                               
                                                sleigh
                                                bells
                                    of
                                                crickets

jingling
          through
                        fields
                                    tonight

Just
            hear
                        the
                                    melody”


                        “Hey
                             Dee,

                        what
                                    ‘ya
                                                say …?”

“I
            was
                        listening

            to
                        your
                                    sermon,
                                                Dah,


            ~ the
                        promise
                                    our
                                                friends

                        could
                                    stay
                                                safe”

            “How
                        about
                                    assembling
                        our
                             church
                                      choir?


                        “Listen,
                                    Dee ~
                        it’s
            the
                        moment
            of
                        transition
                       
                             ~ crickets
                        giving
                                    way

            ~ cicadas
taking
            over
                        day