Zumba : the silent weighing scale.
Sales target : the palm-closed number of profit / loss.
Luncheon : cholesterol smiles.
Grocery : crumpled bills in the handbag.
Tea : a snoozing blood sugar.
starlit sky wishing for a shooting star
– Akila G.
drummin rein spiders and elephants
Luminosity
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
…
St. John of Damascus: Apologia Against Those Who Decry Holy Images
Wikipedia: Red dwarf
the author
Twice Bad Recover
Donated to recyclers then auctioned. $200,000. Apple 1. Search engines wonder. Where is she for the split. $100,000.
Apples grow worldwide
old Apple seed falls mourning…
on iTunes a dirge
We dump tires. For artificial reefs. Another bad recycling idea.
– Pat Geyer
Wave after Wave
. . . 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
Guilt
-Brendan Slater
Dreamscape
“Did you…?”
“No.”
“But you didn’t even…”
“Okay, yes.”
“…let me finish.”
“I know.”
in media res the dreamscape of our lives
– Shloka Shankar
Forbidden Fruit
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
picking unripe fruits
the picket
–Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy
to astound its host
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
Voyage
We arrived just in time to see the lighthouse go up in flames. The wingless ravens laughed, and the crimson waves gave birth to a toaster that we couldn’t use.
homeless monkeys tipping the clown’s remains
– John McManus
the other bunny 