Sunday, January 14, 2018

Not yet

i'm just content
sitting here
not yet under
the jurisdiction

of the fucking worms

--Rob Plath

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Untitled by Indigo Moon

Sometimes my joy
feels and looks
a lot like pain
I’m exactly where I ought to be
my Life has been waiting for me to arrive here
and I feel that in the nerves of my stomach
Leaving one thing
and arriving at another
gives me aches
I am mourning the death of
what once was
while celebrating
new Life
born within and around me
Sometimes acheiving
feels and looks
a lot like a flashback
I am suddenly remembering all the trauma
I’ve lived through
and feel a need to reflect
on my whole Life
for weeks
after the fruitful change
It’s like a sadness pouring out of me
along with all the times
I thought I couldn’t
couldn’t do it, see it, feel it,
it’s a painful release
because the only way out
is through
I will claim a spot on the couch or bed
where I will stay for hours
in my own haze
Taking space to be in my own world
until I’ve fully rearranged what
my world
is anymore
My energy is low
I want space
but also affection and Love
I’ve learned that
sometimes fulfilling
your true Heart’s purpose
is the most painful of all

--Indigo Moon 

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Fiction: Expectant (The "Hard Labour" of Social Change)

You stand shoulder to jostling shoulder within the crowd, a throng of humanity which grows ever more aroused with each riff on the guitar, not to mention the effect of a relentless percussive thrum. The tide could turn at any moment. The collective unconscious vibrates with a propensity for an orgiastic expression of primal love or a violent manifestation of its, well, darker aspect. There’s no denying its potential, nor its power. The moon glows against the depth of an unseasonably warm and clear October sky, illuminating a lone heart-shaped swath of cloud cover. If you didn’t know better, you’d swear the wisps were growing wings—or perhaps horns.
Snapped out of your trance by the intrusion of your ruminations, which bring you to the cusp of an uninvited realization, you pocket your vape and nudge your way through bodies pressed mercilessly against one another, the result of a quest for expansion within the very constraints of each seeker's physical space. Though the crowd writhes around you, your movements prove sharp and purposeful. Your belly gently spasms around that which has coaxed your center of gravity ever lower by the day. And, you desperately need air.
Emerging from the throng, the moonlight intensifies. Your feet fall heavily upon the earth, leaving boldly stamped footprints within the silvered darkness, until you reach the venue’s gate, where the ground beneath you abruptly transforms to pavement. Easily pushing past security and a smattering of latecomers, you cross the street where the barricades stand and enter the corner market in search of ease.
Within half a minute, you make your way to the register with a bottle of Old Crow. The man behind the counter asks for $22.38. Your change is exact. As he counts it down to the cent within his calloused palm, his gaze meets your own and holds steady for a brief moment. He then tucks the bills and change into the register with eyes downcast, uttering not a word.
Back on the street, the thrum stalks you—reverberating against your sternum, throbbing upon your pelvic floor—until you turn toward the reprieve you seek amid the stench of a narrow alleyway, where the crumbling brick of aging structures absorbs the vibration, leaving you, at last, with some semblance of peace.
Honored as you are to carry this child, you find your task to be a lonely one as you make your way past the dumpsters and unconscious derelicts, stumble over the rats and recessed sewer drains. Just beyond someone’s back door, you set down the bottle and lower yourself onto the pitted asphalt.
Night falls. And, with it, a subtle yet relentless chill. You wrap your trembling arms around your core, wherein the forces of creation and destruction have merged to form nothing less than your own primordial chaos, an oh-so-solitary return to the void, on behalf of each of the unchosen. Tonight, there is no soothing you, and you know well that no one will care—nor dare—to try. So, you settle within your sanctuary, finding comfort in the padding of a couple broken down cardboard boxes, and remind yourself that, the next time your eyes flicker open, you’re all but assured of awakening to the golden glow of yet another fucking promise-laden dawn.


---Kelly Sauvage Angel

Sunday, October 22, 2017


I am the meeting of countless threads
carrying blood and light and darkness
through the holey bones of reality
the cries of every encounter
the network of complex alignment
the living record of what happens when

I am what I never wanted
what I don't want to claim as part of me
I am what they did, who came before
what I do, and what comes after me
the good and the bad, the violent, the loving
the culmination of everything collected in my bundle
from the spirit world and from this
the poison and the antidote

I am the harmed and the harmer
one who perpetuates
and is harmed by the selfsame

I am a shoreline
I catch relics of wrecked ships and garbage
and cry as I hold the beached whales
and there is a hard to see part of me holding space
for the dumping, the hunting, the violence above and below the waves
I am built by the sea of tears
contribute to its making
and witness to its outcomes

I am what I don't want to see
and what I do
and what I can show
and what I can't

--Dylan Lightbourn 

Saturday, September 30, 2017

a place in my mind

there's a place in my mind
where the flowers grow wild
I'd dance there for hours when I was a child
I go to that place when I feel all alone
that place with the flowers is where I feel home

I'd lie in the grass and stare at the sky
pictures in my mind of the clouds that pass by
the vines all around would grow over my body
and cover my eyes like the dark that surrounds me

when I breathe in the air the sweet sounds of harmony
the ground that rumbles so softly beneath me
nobody can come to this place in my mind
this place is too precious for those of your kind

--Riesa McCumsey 

Sunday, September 24, 2017

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Sunday, September 17, 2017


but better days have come
            i wipe the sweat
            smell piss on my knuckles
            abortion residue
            drips down my leg
            dogs will piss on my grave
i’m coming into a moon
            full of pock marks
            jealous old lantern
            lights my night
            lights my route
            down rockaway blvd
            into blue-black alleys
            where i give 20 dollar blowjobs
and in the morning i see Rico at the newsstand
            he gives me free smokes
            tells me to get some money to my kids
            who live with my mother
            or my sister
            maybe even a foster fondler
            who will rip little wombs open
            i need my smack
            i need this pipe
            my lover
            my healer
            i smoke to God
            smoke to the moon
            and forget every crab corroding my body
            every pimp
            that yanked fist fulls of hair from my head
            forget the Siph
            the Gonorrhea
            the HIV
 lead me not into temptation
            i have done only evil
            it fires my peacepipe
            i inhale over and over
            over and over
            i wake up on the street corner
            in the back seat of a car
            in my lice infested bed
            want more
            can’t not want
--Donna Dallas