{sunday} The Lute Player at Dusk

{sunday} The Lute Player at Dusk

Pablo Neruda ~ Love Sonnet 3 Bitter love, a violet with its crown of thorns in a thicket of spiky passions, spirit of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What via dolorosa brought you? Why did you pour your tender fire so quickly, over my...
{en vedette} Mark L. Gentry ~ After The Fall

{en vedette} Mark L. Gentry ~ After The Fall

Originally published May 21, 2021. When I was four years oldI thought that love was unpredictableWhen I was twelve years oldI knew that love was unsexual Where do I begin?Where do I begin?I’m not exceptionalWhere do I begin?Where do I begin?I’m not a child...
Adam Mead ~ Only one insect has feasted here

Adam Mead ~ Only one insect has feasted here

Only one insect has feasted here —a clear stub of resinplugs the scar. And the hollowwhere the stem was severedshines with juice.The fur still silveredlike a caul. Evenin the next minute,the hairs will darken,turn more golden in my palm.Heavier, this flesh,than you...