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Dark/Light

Charlotte Hamrick

You walked a golden path and I was in front beating the bushes for hidden dangers, eyes darting left and right, a force field of high alert with the tingle of anticipation stiffening my spine. Behind, your face radiated the beatific smile of the innocent ignorant, the birthright of The Golden, of the ones who know nothing of terror, spite or shame, but see only through eyes of sunlight. At the end, we were both too blind —- I by suspicion, you by trust —- to see the tip of a cloven hoof at the bottom of the door. Continue reading Dark/Light

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Wingless

Charlotte Hamrick

We watched for the return of the birds. The air around the house was silent and devoid of flutterings, a vacuum of tweets and whistles. What straggling flowers were left went hummingbirdless while twigs and string were just twigs and string with no hope of sheltering featherless offspring. It was strangely quiet, as though they were all sucked into a void somewhere and became dinosaurs again in another dimension. Kind of like our love, they were a wondrous memory for a time until slowly finding their way back home. Continue reading Wingless

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ZZ On Mad Swirl

Zouxzoux

My poem “Milk for Free” is featured on Mad Swirl’s poetry forum. The forum posts a poem every day so each day they all move down the line until they drop off. Mine was published 9/26 – I hope you’ll take a look. Mad Swirl is a fantastic creative online and paper zine based in Dallas. 10/2 Update: Actually the poems don’t drop off forever but are saved in archives. Here is the link to Mad Swirls archive for 9/25 – 10/1/11 that includes “Milk for Free”. Continue reading ZZ On Mad Swirl

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DreamWorld, The Beginning

Zouxzoux

Your face was as translucent as a pink jellyfish, I could see the blue veins running beneath the surface like hi-ways covering a road map. The bones of your skull looked surprisingly supple, as if they could be molded with the pressure of my hands, my DNA splayed onto your flesh like spilled wine. Your eyes were a vortex, deep and dizzying and I could not look into them without a fear of disappearing completely from this world. ______________________________________________________ Shared on One Shot Wednesday. Continue reading DreamWorld, The Beginning

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Chimera (a wild and unrealistic dream or notion)

Zouxzoux

All I want on a Sunday morning is to luxuriate in my laziness. I want to watch old movies with the volume turned up loud, the newspaper crackling as I shift my supine body on the couch, the words of duplicitous politicians and photos of narcissistic socialites mashed under my ass. I want to gaze out my window where heat rises on the street like steam from a gumbo pot while I lie, cool as a nectar cream snowball, in my Maggie The Cat slip, painting my toenails a color called Bad Influence. I would sip Southern Wedding Cake coffee … Continue reading Chimera (a wild and unrealistic dream or notion)

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June

Zouxzoux

I want to run naked down a pier and dive into cold clear lake waters, engulfed in liquid exultation. I want to make bracelets of clover and stack them up my arms to the elbows, adorned with the nectar of grace. I want to drive down long twisted roads in the country with the windows down, the breath of shade and sun flowing coolness and warmth. I want to watch lightning bugs flash in the quiet of an evening, neon poke-a-dots against the earths’ closed eyes. I want to fill my lungs with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, light-headed and … Continue reading June