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Luminosity

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the ever-present conviction of my own unworthiness
at least in the neighbourhood of the Sun
I ought to have kept silence and confessed my shortcomings
having a constant luminosity

so look for bridge
not one is visible to the naked eye
to the 5 holes in eternity

all the same
things which have taken place are expressed
by images for the remembrance of
one mystery which has not been solved
to everyone’s satisfaction

god to touch or not to here

-Johannes S. H. Bjerg

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St. John of Damascus: Apologia Against Those Who Decry Holy Images
Wikipedia: Red dwarf
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Luminosity

Wave after Wave

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. . . endolymph. . . endo . . . interior . . . dreams . . . inner voice . . . nymph . . . Rilke’s “a girl . . . made herself a bed inside my ear” . . . my ear . . . labyrinth . . . cochlea . . . conch . . . shell . . . sea . . . Aegean . . . crashing waves . . . stop! . . . waves lapping the shore . . . sails . . . seagulls . . . shrieks . . . my tinnitus . . . rushing water . . . endolymph . . .

wherever you go
the ship follows you . . .
siren song

-Stella Pierides

Wave after Wave

Forbidden Fruit

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I am his special girl. There is something different about his touch, his smile, the way he looks at me. I stay awake for a long while that night. 

my eyelids
heavy upon me
his breath

That same sickly sweet smell; that fuzzy feeling in the head on waking up; that uneasy feeling in my body. Looking out of the window, I see the handkerchief hanging precariously. I grab the proof and run to mama. She doesn’t want to know.

pink moon
picking unripe fruits
the picket

–Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy

Forbidden Fruit

to astound its host

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the “new” e-coli’s look is unforgettable, they say

like bricks stacked one on top of another

   we could have learned brick-making from the virus

    or the virus could have learned its shape from our walls

a virus exposed to brick walls

shape-shifting to astound its host

    then the kidneys fail, and the wall strengthens

 

                       those front guards

                       at recalcitrant disease

                                  their sturdy hope

-Susan Diridoni

to astound its host

departure

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by the time you read this, I will have rolled off the cliff and into the sea.
when they speak of me, they will speak of a hill. they will speak of a river,
thick and slow with its own gravity. they will not understand why the
gentle, levelling slope was not enough. they won’t know that since the
day I was born, I’ve never been able to capture my own moon.

a knock at the door —
these old bones that just won’t
go

– Angie Werren

departure