GUEST POST // Hide & Seek by Kelly K. Green

Are you there?
peeking around corners
tiny sausages gripping door panel
inevitable giggle ringing
in the imagination
where possibility is endless
& no one can be found

by KELLY K. GREEN
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TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // On A Friend Who Died Suddenly Upon The Seashore by J. D. C. Fellow

 Quiet he lived, and quietly died;
Nor, like the unwilling tide,
Did once complain or strive
To stay one brief hour more alive.
But as a summer wave
Serenely for a while
Will lift a crest to the sun,
Then sink again, so he
Back to the bright heavens gave
An answering smile;
Then quietly, having run
His course, bowed down his head,
And sank unmurmuringly,
Sank back into the sea,
The silent, the unfathomable sea
Of all the happy dead.

by J.D.C. FELLOW (?-?)
Public Domain Poetry

rainwreck

the morning i came back home to you
there were clouds of thunder behind your eyes
and something told me that day
no raincoat nor lightning rod would help at all

i offered you my rose-coloured glasses
a divergent lens you could pardon me through
i hoped to see your rainbow smile
and a sundog dancing a jig on your nose

but adoration’s spine got broken with words
our kisses tainted by ire and woe on fire
and so the rose-coloured view was cracked
overwhelming the room with a fatal shatter

punctured by the shards of desperate memories
of us never at peace despite love’s prevailing
weak and vulnerable, ever weather-exposed
without imminent hope for a good forecast

and so i pulled at the pieces until they fell away
a trail of wreckage leading out the door
a wet season took its hold over the world
the morning i forsook a home with you

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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GUEST POST // PHILOSOPHY LATTE by DRDAMIANG

cafe philosophy

Marx
Nietzsche
Sartre
Foucault

sitting jabbering away at the corner table
a sight so
trendy spendy, so
idea
as frothy latte
so pop goes
the weasel

and don’t give me your
ill-conceived ivory-tower bullshit
before these guys
have had their second espresso
the world will have changed

sorry Heraclitus, but the world
will will stepping into these ideas
forever
footnote to Plato? that
was just paddling around

steamy existence before vapid essence
you can just
imagine how the Greeks would
have handled that idea

consciousness boiling away
in the background

there is being
then there is nothingness
then there is the smell of
freshly-
ground coffee

sit down, take in
that wonderful aroma
see what the Universe has determined what
can be said, equally now
what must unfold

by DRDAMIANG
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meanwhile… rain

let’s not run away
next time they hunt us down
let’s stay there and look
at their bewildered faces

let’s sit on the dirty curb
have a smoke (though both of us don’t)
and watch as they’re chased away
by a freezing november rain

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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