Portrait of a Girl Who Wore the Stars in Her Laughing Eyes By Timothy Brainard
Matter Matters By Mark Sebastian Jordan
Late days turn eternal nocturne: I nod by day unendingly, While my wide eye roams, A restless planet, by blinking night. Columns of numbers tote themselves And patterns emerge from random spatters Of letters spread across my desktop badlands. Glass arpeggios stack askew only to collapse In the additive shift: A rock fractures, this is decay. But now there are two rocks. Then four. Then a world.
The ladders of matter matter to a disintegrating system. Though the dream may fall apart, the atoms eve upon A dawn at every turn of the knife in the ribs of an old world. Past every blink a universe emerges that has always been, With chains of matter climbing high into the potential Holy depths of dream buried deep in the walls and particles, The very galaxies of implication in every quark.
We outer planets aren’t so much are as could be At any given time. Heisenberg’s cat is out of the bag, But he still can’t catch a wing of dream in such stillness, The appalling allness of all the is which isn’t.
Dandelion Puff By Zakiya Holman
Silent wishes suspend from ether flown parachutes, In the field of one who has never sown its seed, An exciting mid-flight event, No landing, Pure jubilation without rationale, Each second is a first for the cooing child, Within, Remember when?
Ciprian Gulch (The Last Seminary) By Terry McGoldrick
In the town of Ciprian Gulch spiders work in eight hour shifts- creating webs in a symmetrical maze and rely on pre-programmed schematics-- who, when employed are best described, as mostly obsessive fanatics..
Further up the street, large dogs bark in a cacaphonic drone- awaking the arachnids from their slumber, and upsetting the cryptic balance-- while the old priest raises the Host and sips from the golden chalice.
Brain drained, and mostly sleep deprived scholars, these priests in waiting, reflect on courses so prudent; (while the spiders refrain, from their bungee jumpin’ways-- the canines resist the fleas that persist, and Bishop Tom, oblivious to this odd trinity), calls on the Almighty- to bless his new students.