she took some tin
cans and stacked
them in a circle
removing the labels
she drew up a sign
promoting free pieces
of her soul
everyone who stopped
by said it was delicious
Emily’s note: everything about this poem is so right, and I feel it in my bones. So much yes.
I graced your skin
fingers and found
you are icicle-fragile,
threatened by a mere
wind of words, cracking
at the slightest resistance,
at the smallest breath
that might not be yours,
too weak to wait for
summer and will wither
when the sun comes up.
EC is going to go through some major changes real soon. Something good is in the works and I hope you lovely people stick around with us to see it unfold when it does happen (soon, I hope - my schedule permitting) and continue to read all of the wonderful pieces we have been posting.
We have some new faces and I am sure they will bring even more unknown writers to light. I am happy with the crew and the new members, I am sure you will be too.
As you know, Dennis and Wolfie joined a few weeks ago. I am super excited to have s-emi-colon join us as well. And Edward.
If you are still interested, you can hit me up anytime, though as I have said before, I cannot accommodate you if your schedule doesn’t permit you to be active.
Sunny’s Note: I love everything about this piece. Every line has its own wave. It is lovely.
With feathers sewn together poorly
And falling rather quickly,
We beat our limbs in the desperation
That captivated our mere existence.
One would think that we would have
Noticed our decline in altitude
And the filling of our lungs with
Dense air, engorged by our
Lavish, foolish, wasted dreams.
With such broken wings,
There was nothing to do but fall.
And the core currents that wound tight my heart are different. And the old sorrows beneath my irises are dead leaves torn apart. And nothing is real unless I will it, but don’t worry because I willed us— once among the ashes of a life lived. But in fragments.
You are dead; I am death; souls are the everlasting reality of Earthdust. And this is now- a complacency in our timeline- and this is now- a dry burnt love to the skin- and this is now, as the goldenrod summer powers its way towards us: nothing. Nothing at all.
I took my fingers and touched my skin to remember I am real. I looked at my eyes in the mirror and believed that if love exists, then it is forever connected with death. My laughter sounded like the broken yelps of an ape in exile, and the moon shrouded the whole scene. Took my keys and drove to the highway we followed everyday. Screamed in song the whole way back home.
I once had a hope for eternal sunshine. It is gone with my past. I am better this way, I keep telling myself. I am better this way because I understand what is possible and what is impossible— in love and in life. Yet the fog that swamped around my windows brought me to a land that sought my own soul, and I wanted to return briefly, because back then I heard a universe in a single girl’s laugh.
The draft of the night seemed to pull my car back into the driveway. I sat at my kitchen table and reflected. The core currents that once wound tight my heart are different. My old sorrows are there, in my eyes (just look), but torn apart. Mixed. And that is my world.
I did it again; lifted my fingers and touched my skin. I wanted to know that I was real.
Karol’s note: Beautifully written; imagery & emotion. It makes you want to Love. Simply; utterly.
Sunny’s Note: This makes me sad, my dear but it is a feeling I relate to so much. Keep writing it out. It is amazing work.
it’s okay, I am used to
walking in the dark alone.
these shadows have become
my home, and the silence, a friend.
my arms, are hidden beneath
the weak dreams I once had.
but, honestly, leave me to it.
I will be dead,
and not make a sound.