Breaking for Birds/Caterina Gentile

headlights

 

The drive
Cleared the cobwebs
And for a while the darkness
Crept back into the corner it’s stored in.

It’s a never-ending cycle when you keep
Count of the times
I broke for a bird
And I took it in.
The second, the moment, the breath.

I wondered the life it held
The story it holds
The fear it felt.
Does it wonder the same?

Does it know I keep burning bridges
And digging myself into deeper places I
Don’t want to be in?

Does it know it can fly away when it wants
Instead of lock eyes with me
Staring at me
Wondering if I’ll hit it
Even if I stopped?

C. Gentile is a poet currently in the process of obtaining her master’s degree in English Literary Studies at Salem State University. She is a self-proclaimed Star Wars nerd, novelty sock enthusiast and passionate lover of Canada Dry ginger-ale products. In her spare time she enjoys watching movies listening to 90’s alternative music and spending time with close friends and family.

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Blood Moon- Diana Korlaet

the Sea of Tranquility

named by an imaginative soul

yet not a sea at all

a burnished, basalt hole

sunken eye watching humanity toil

a pockmarked director of tides

conducting diurnal rhythm

as we squander, as we spoil

heavenly, cyclic conductor

my monthly crimson hymn

whispers to your balsamic phase

 a veiled face reflecting

in your lakes of saturnine solitude, of sorrow

floating weightless in Mare Fucunditatis

childless in my ferrous scented tomorrow

 

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Out In The Cold- Eli Kyoko

I wore your hat to protect my head
from the debris falling from our family tree
but the spilling blues and red,
lumps the purple on my skin
The invisible scars, the indelible tints
Throbs and thumps within
‘Cause father, when you left
I saw how mother went out in the cold
gasping for life, bereft
She wore my hug to warm her skin, to endure your sin
I caught the cerulean falling stars from her cheeks
and wished for a warmer tomorrow
The bleak moonbeams break
I held the fragments of her soul harrowed
Saturated, dispersed
The sky was disintegrating on our bodies,
perforating our flesh, dilapidating our minds
And everyday I drink mother’s whines
‘Cause father, when you left
I was out in the cold like her
I was my mother, I was a seeker
My soul traversed through the mists,
with your love’s empty fists
I found solace in the flickering light of a melting house, a melting wax
And there I dipped my nib
I sipped catharsis, I sipped relief
And then the pain of you spewed
An icy mountain of desires formed somewhere
I know, you were once there
Now, a part of us is still out in the cold
But my love’s unceasing and my heart shall remain as bold


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