Pandemonium
Barry Underwood

Barry Underwood

I cherish your words that ring
like late summer thunders
to sing without octave
and fade, having spoken the season.
But I hear the false heat of this voice
as it dries up the sides of your words
coaxing melodies from your tongue
and this curled music is treason.

Audre Lorde, from Conversations in Crisis

Pool, Roger Wardin

Pool, Roger Wardin

Desiree Dolron

Desiree Dolron

It’s dark.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a room of empty pianos.

When you return to something you love,
it’s already beyond repair.
You wear it broken.
James L. White, from Lying in Sadness