May 19, 2009

Learning to Fly [kory]

Trapped in the walls of my self patrolled prison
I peer toward the heavens to ask “Where are you now?”

You bestow blessing, my heart recognizes
As I look at my future with the eyes of my past

Your blood makes me worthy
I pray you believe that
The darkness of lies cloaks the truth of your light

The shame of my innocence heckles me gently
I stand at the edge
My feet rise from the ground

The end of this torment is closing in quickly
I wish I had wings
No turning back now

I scream for your rescue
You quiet my spirit
Night time is over
Your new day is here.


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May 15, 2009

Fishin' [joshua]

Thunder started as Aaron let the door of the William Penn swing shut while Cecil slipped through. The street was cold and the air was clear after the sweepers came by. Cecil stopped to pick up his phone and put it in his pocket.

"So it's your last night, Cecil."

"Yeah, we should hit up Peoria."

"Anywhere but in that place."

"Never saw those guys before."

The car wouldn't start again. Cecil got out to bang on the starter with a wrench. Aaron turned the key after each whack. Started on the fourth try. They drove to seventh and then to fourth and took alleys the rest of the way. It started raining between Chestnut and Montreal. It was the first storm of the season.

Aaron ran up the fire escape to start the oven. Cecil came in and dropped his keys on the table.

"Sure is coming down," he said.

Aaron came to the screen door. They stood there watching the rain come down over the porch, on the alley, over the rooftops, and all the way to the pike. They could see the rain falling on Jeff's Swamp, past Peoria.

"Supposed to rain all week," said Aaron.

"I'll be long gone," said Cecil.

"Friggin' Kashmir," said Aaron, "Dang it."

"Lash's out in the swamp," said Cecil, "fishin'."

"We oughta go," Aaron said.

Cecil went to the living room. TV on. Email up. Aaron shut the door and put the pizza in. The hall was long.

"What's the big deal?" Aaron asked.

"Nothin'. Just seems like there's no point," said Cecil.

"We used to go all the time."

"It's my last day."

"Want some citron?" Aaron asked.

"Sure," said Cecil, "What's the status of your folks?"

"Ain't good," Aaron called down the hall, "I watched two NASCAR races last week - first time ever."

"You're kidding," said Cecil.

"No. There's more there than meets the eye," said Aaron.

"Not much more," said Cecil.

"No, but more," said Aaron.

Aaron set the pizza down on the floor and poured Cecil's glass full. Then he poured his own glass. They sat on the couch a long time without saying anything, drinking citron and listening to the rain.

"I love those pieces of peel at the bottom," said Aaron.

"I wonder what the difference is between citron and orange," said Cecil.

"Guess you'll find out in Kashmir," said Aaron, "I wish you woulda married that Christine chick."

"Impossible. She slept through everything," said Cecil.

"Lucky her," said Aaron.

"So, how'd you get the shiner?" asked Cecil.

"Baseball. First pitch of the game. Figgers," said Aaron.

"Can't believe I didn't notice it earlier," said Cecil.

"You didn't look at me," said Aaron.

Cecil left the room. Aaron could hear him opening and shutting dresser drawers down the hall. There were two rooms between the living room and kitchen. First Cecil's bedroom, then the bathroom. The hallway was long and there were four closets.

"Hello!" called Lash, banging on the door.

"Holy crap!" said Cecil as he let Lash in, "nice fish!"

Aaron started down the hall. He could hear the boys laughing.

"Well I'll be --," said Aaron, "Jeff's Swamp comes through again."

"No kidding," said Lash.

Lash held four large brook trout all strung together on the lace from his left boot. He was soaking wet. Aaron smiled.

"Nothing like a nice catch to take away the pain," said Aaron.

Cecil stood quietly.

"Cheer up," said Lash, "fish'll always be there."

Lash grabbed a pan and a knife and went out to the porch to gut his trout. Aaron went back to the living room. Cecil followed.

"More citron?" asked Cecil.

"Sure," said Aaron.

"So, is it the end or what?" Cecil asked.

Aaron stared, sipping his citron.

"It's like he thinks we're still kids and it's got nothing to do with us. Grown-up business. That way he doesn't have to feel so guilty."

The next day Aaron drove over to pick up Sandy. She hopped in and kissed him on the cheek. They drove downtown, past seventh, across fourth, and took alleys to the drug store. Aaron parked the car and sat staring out the windshield.

"What's wrong?" Sandy asked.

Aaron was crying.

"He was my friend," he said.

The rain started coming down. Before long it was hail. Big balls were falling all around, bouncing off the car and making an enormous ruckus. There was thunder, and lightning.


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Catacombs [jason]

echoes ring down empty chambers of musty catacombs
scents of dirt and dust in damp shield the hallowed hollow
stacked in walls,
   withered and dry,
   the wounded memories loom
and they hint to the living,
   of the unforgiving grave,
   grip and swallow

and still she follows down darkened hollow passageways,
   a torch
illuminating bones and marrow of death and sorrow,
   sleeping
her thoughts and feelings,
   dead and unliving,
   resulting from the search
for love or life or laughter kept thereof
   in the paths of her mind's dark keeping

the paths designed for weeping,
   wrap deep and wallow in guilt
and still she follows the shapeless specter
   carrying the flickering flame
seeking life, peace or joy amidst ancient underground ruins built
to house in unescapable lonely chambers,
   the pain and shame

so I call out her name,
   to come out from below and into the sun
to leave the quest for life in the mistakes of the past
and seek new love of light above
   because the curse of death is undone
   and answers lie within the eyes of one who calls her name at last
   and breaks free the chains that dead damned demons cast


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May 12, 2009

Tripwires and Detonations [tony]

as my Name spears
out of the mouths
of my loved ones
I start to ponder
if what is about to be said
is harmful to my heart and
puzzling to my mind

and as I begin to feel
about this terrible thought
I start to daze off
to a Netherland of wandering
and Daydreams

I am ready to focus once again
and recall these false Accusations
that are Convincingly seeping through
these loved ones teeth

what are now skeletons to me
feeling alone they begin to rape
my innocent ears with such a toxin

I dare not to listen

as it enters my mind
it shuts down my body
and now I am nothing more
than a dead skeleton

I beg of you
to send your powerful wind down
from your courageous mountains
and let these lifeless Bones that lie here
on this forsaken Valley floor
take breath of life once again


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May 8, 2009

Open Hands [liz]

I fight the urge to close my fist

And pull you to my way

Not in time, but now I want

Forever to start today


Let my fingers lose the fight

Open like a flower

Sun reflects the beauty of its color

Wind is freedom’s mover


With tight fists my eyes squint shut

My vision most impaired

I lose sight of my surroundings

Even you are not so clear


Could I hold you in one place,

Even if I tried?

Life is changing; life is moving

We are better for each step


There was a time I waited without sleep

For your touch to find my heart

But now I must let lovers be

As being is apart


I tell my hand it’s never over

And slowly show my palm

Gone from here, but there we see

Liberty rests in open space


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