in memory of a dark girl
By Cedric Tillman
I am
missing you a bit,
More than I thought,
and more than I should.
But your spirit hovers over me.
Impish.
You must stop playing with my halo.
I should stop letting you.
Shoo, gone now.
You know me well.
It was the melanin, I’m afraid
It was watery,
It leaked all over you.
No mixing, no adulterating.
Grain alcohol blackness
saturated even the tangled,
sovereign curls
you idly twisted in daydreams
It simmered on your cheeks,
a veiled emotion.
It seeped onto your breasts,
where it burst at their conclusions.
It dove into your lips, where...
Those lips.
Your lips were grey.
They were like black after pink lost out.
They were softly corrugated and nice.
Your tongue was neon
against night’s background
It was easy to see between teeth.
You were better for shadow
like poems for solitude
The bad lighting to finish good novels to,
There were secrets in your stare
that made it worth the strain to see you
I could you make you out
in basements with no light.
I could feel for the warmth
that had blown out the bulbs,
and follow the heat of an urge
that could rip out a pull string
Or you would usher me down,
slowly
compelling exploration
until I could not stay
the night.
Cedric Tillman received a BA in English from UNC Charlotte and an MFA in Creative Writing from American University. He lives in Charlotte.
Contact: Cedric Tillman * Email: juggsmurf@yahoo.com
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Sofia
By Brian Anthony Hardie
Stuck painfully to my side a film projects
Askeleton dancingtomy defectedbridal fantasy. Stairwells bring down
A polite remark,tense with trembles tempting the satin,
Expecting the least from what is to become.
Theseguests- molding together a somber prediction-
Place moist palms onto a book that defines
A muttering God? This verbal disturbance shreds blank, longing notes that
Confess murder and marvel. Red velvet contradicts the canvass
Andstaresdownan emptyditch. Graves honoring
My selected victims of force that tieglee down.
Complaints from blisters winning authoritystrive tocaress
A patient registered with alert in police mind states.
Domestic disturbance fails toawaken the obvious.
Red hair pulled from the scalp of a slouched, bitter
Angel. Starving sandlesson a beachamidst demons of
Imagery forests.
Brian Anthony Hardie, a native of Portland, Oregon, has been published in numerous small press journals and e-zines, including The Pebble Lake Review (Houston, TX), Conceit Magazine (San Fransisco), Hudson View (NYC/South Africa), Ditchpoetry.com (Canada) and SALiT Magazine (International), among others. He will appear as a guest speaker and writer at Mount Hood Community College this spring.
Contact: Brian Hardie * Email: rose_angeles@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.myspace.com/farestandthefieldsoffrance
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Summons
By Tamryn Spruill
Patriarchal parsimony had its way again,
Little divination doll descends into a crevasse.
Her wood ripened from eons of basement storage,
Habiliments soiled from stagnation.
The varnish of her face cracks and furrows,
Stop-motion anime where salty secretions flow.
Infinity beckons from the depths of verisimilitude –
An invitation to His Perdurable Party.
Contact: Tamryn Spruill * Email: info@wordnerdeditorial.com
Website: www.wordnerdeditorial.com
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Secare
By Jesi Bender
To break it in, to love something enough
He is formed in the shape of number 9
Ripped from the white, beating [w]h0le
A blessing, this wound seems
Coagulated grape jelly encrusted
To the disconnected lid
The cover of innumerable insides
This deep red, myriad
Bubbled dissonant paradise
Burns like an omnipresent hell
When you amputate part
Still feel where it should be
The happy violence of love
When she saw him saw
To cleave can both stick and split
Our bodies are the same
Evil and Good coalescing
To make it whole again.
An artist from Williamsburg, Brooklyn, Jesi Bender graduated with a B.A. in English and Fine Arts from Cornell University in 2007. Her first book, entitled Oppressed by the Notion of Beauty, will be released by December 2009.
Contact: Jesi Bender * Email: jesibender@gmail.com.
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