David Norris shoots

A Temple in the Daylight 

First Night in Thailand

Giraffic

I lever through the sweat the noise the dirt the traffic

(knowing she smiles somewhere, all brown and gentle hills),

gnu-like

legs unsplay, crookback unscrews like new.

Under her softink waterfall her eyes a-beckon

somewhere, here, in Bangkok

--Duane Vorhees

Umid Ali writes

THE POWER OF THE SOUL  

We divinized to the mountain and became God, 
Ultimately, our heads fractures as stones. 
We divinized to a sea – it became God, 
Thereafter, the bitter tears blinded our eyes

We deified to the fire - it became God, 
Eventually, we turned gray before burning.  
We divinized to the wind – it became God, 
At length, we were hanging through the air. 

There was no way that leads to heaven.
In the end, we divinized to the soul as salvation. 
We died and relived, but suddenly, 
We originated as God.  

--tr Asror Allayarov

[from "The Gate Opened by Angels"

Kushal Poddar writes

Bored Selfies

i'm bored here's a selfie
-Ruby Brunton

The tilt of boredom spills
the tales of changes in
seasons. In heart.

A roaming hair ball
undoes the room
into a street from old Westerns.

Here you are, I in the mirror.
Here I am, blazing flashes
in my hand. I am so bored,

let's have a showdown.
Slow down, blown leaves.
Slow down.

Hilary D Zamora writes and shoots

The sprawling expanse of this destitute desert was as massive as the night sky. Tumbleweeds bounced by in front of us as if they had a mind of their own. It felt like death had splashed its darkness all over me. It felt like agonizing pain. My new life cast a silhouette that no one else could see. It shrouded my thoughts as it pet me; an invisible hand that doled out endless strokes. There was such a darkness here and I didn't know how to cope with it. ~Hilary D Zamora

 

MaNGOD writes

MENSTRUAL SHOW

They laid in Their Own urine and excrement, singing Their woes in menstrual shows
 
Now a Mother shudders as another Mother's Daughter's youngest Brother stepped to HeR littlest Daughter's oldest Brother, now HiS blood runs cold
 
As if the experiments  sanctioned by this garbagement with malice intent isn't meant for Our genocidal interment and if all else fails, well there's always the gestapopo
 
That menstrual flow in the boughs of those boats was the signal We weren't going to acquiesce Our survival
 
That saltwater period was serious biznizz, traced back to the first disobedience in The Garden of Eden and ever since then We've been procreatin' children sleeping with Angels, demons and Aliens to produce strange and evil offspring
 
They've formed their own Hells on Earth like the kkk, Illuminati and other clandestine secret societies
 
Time to get this Revolutionary show on the road but put down the weapons and fellas pick up Your guns, tap a snow bunny and have some fun, deposit dominant genes between her buns and ween out the infestation and put' em on the run
 
The Revolution won't be televised taking place between the thighs and in time they'll all see through the veil of the nwo's lies that a menstrual show was the weapon of choice to finally Darken their sky

 scene from The Birth of a Nation

Heather Jephcott writes and draws

Reduced To Butterflies

Exhausted
thoroughly
picking up a pen

My heart is full of fluttering,
butterflies come quickly,
dancing,
flowing out on to paper.

I'm up to drawing butterflies
the only thing coming from my pen

Butterflies