Spirit Ariela Oliver… Falling

 

Falling

Rain is falling all around
The dew drops from my mindv

Plop plop plops
goes the drops

The plot of my story.

There is a dry spot to sit
I feel rainy today
who knows when the rain will fall on me?
There is a fear of getting wet, cold

and being unable to get dry and warm again.

I can not control the rain.
I am a leaf on a tree
an ever-changing leaf.
Perfect in imperfection,
finished
yet unfinished in every way
strange and beautiful
unique unto a leaf on a tree

and the elements that shape it.

I don’t know just when I lost control,
but do know I was afraid.
A fearful leaf on a tree,
ss-shivering in the wind.
Awake full of color, full of sound
floating falling downdowndown.

 

Spirit Ariela Olivier is a poet and filmmaker from Los Angeles, California. She has been writing poetry since she was old enough to hold a crayon. She writes poems without a wall to bounce them off. Her work is an invitation for you to peruse the secrets of her soul. She currently resides in sunny Los Angeles. This is her second work to be published.

Copyright © 2015 by Spirit Ariela Olivier

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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B.Z. Niditch… 20/20

 

20/20

Fervent
to explore miles
all that’s out
with Beat Poet eyes,
the Beatles,
now in Japanese
Dylan Thomas
Spinning with us
by the bee colony
investigation
out on the islands
close to lyrics,
at first shy
then exploding
in optimum visions.

 

B.Z. Niditch is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher who resides in Brookline, Massachusetts. His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including:Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; HawaiiReview; LeGuepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest); Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others. His latest poetry collections are “Lorca at Sevilla”,”Captive Cities.”

Copyright © 2015 by B.Z. Niditch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pratima Annapurna Balabhadrapathruni… Candy is Bad

 

Candy is Bad

…., a lollipop is something sweet and sour stuck in a mouth that cannot open out the jaws in an outcry of anguish, or clench teeth in disgust. Candy fills spaces between painful instances and slithers citrusy sugar down the throat. Such cramped quarters. A cobweb glows in the dark and sums up Halloween.

 

Pratima Annapurna Balabhadrapathruni is a writer, poet and artist from Singapore. In the summer 2014, she participated in the Advanced Non-Fiction Seminar conducted by the International Writing Program, Univ. of Iowa. She enjoys interviewing poets and writers from her website is wordsatnine.com

Copyright © 2015 by Pratima Annapurna Balabhadrapathruni

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Louis Marvin… Little White Haired Japanese Lady

 

Little White Haired Japanese Lady

we are into you for at least 120 grand
10 years and a few days change
saltines in a cracker box
she sweeps away the leaves and wilted flowers

they take the trash away

the Chinese mother started a conversation with you. . .
on and on it has gone
10 years of life tracking, story swapping

talk-about what ails ya

they can forgive the forthright Chinese woman

bring the chastisements for her haole husband
he rubs us the wrong way like the desert does a thirsty man

 

Louis Marvin-tour guide-poet-gigolo born Burbank, raised hell phoenix, lives/loves the Chinese girls in the Pacific island read a poem where the Gin Blossoms played in Tempe, AZ (no one threw a bottle or up)

Copyright © 2015 by Louis Marvin