When the Sage Burns

Copyright H. E. Remus 2015
Copyright Corissa Haury 2015

by Corissa Haury

when the sage burns to ash
and the rich embers that shone grey-green and red-hot

turn white and black and soft—

like the feather of a dove
that you found upon the ground
one day when you were young;

and the world was soft as
that feather, soft as
that ash of sage, soft as

that green smoky smell which fills your nostrils
even as the fire dies

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You

You
by c. e. poley
      I want
             to rip
                the world
                                — in two,
     And travel
           far away
        with you:
I want to tear    a   p   a   r    t
      the TOWN,
     and lose my twice-lost heart to sound:
Without the  w      l
                              a         l
                                          s
                               of urban life,
      Out on the cliffs
                             of
                            love
                            and
                           strife,
I rip the world in           tw  —  ain              with you,
And touch your face,
            my only true
    traveller,
         lover,
        friend,
     and so:
   the one who loves me,
      makes me grow.
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the cetacean

Cetacean

The Cetacean

by C. E. Poley

 

the cetacean is mighty.

he slumbers: in the deep.

he rides: the crests of waves.

he swallows: tiny creatures by the thousands.

oceans are within his belly

he reaches: the sky stretches.

he pushes: the water shifts.

his blood is warm as the sea is cold around him.

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