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Time 'A path down the promenade to eternity'Time by ~Anatopist
said she, clutching his old pocketwatch
from the days of fireworks and gunpowder,
stained-glass reflections, carousels
with bucking spraypaint horses. She bites
her lip and the days become daisies with
no petals, a snapped stick of charcoal,
one magpie, one crowing rooster at five
in the morning and sleep-tangled eyelashes.
'A walk down my own little yellow brick road'
and she puts on her shoes, takes down her wall
clock as it strikes four, treads on smashed
wine glasses, digging shards out of her
dragonfly feet with carpets stained with
blueberry and cream petals. This is where
she list
Revolver in a Bag of Puppets Revolver in a Bag of PuppetsRevolver in a Bag of Puppets by *PursuingTheCerberus
For Christine Chubbuck
On a fiery July morning
your eyes opened with intention
to involve innocents
in a cold steel plot
detailed on pages
in the bowels of your briefcase
wishes birthed in solitude—
no light, no hope
Did your hands shake
as you buttoned your blouse?
Did your coffee
go cold in the cup?
Did your eggs
burn in the pan?
Did you think of the children
watching that day,
as the camera's eye
transmitted your pain live in color?
A thirty-eight caliber Smith and Wesson
drawn from a shopping bag full of puppets
One shot
fired behind the right ear
Your head
slammed against the
Spelling Counts The line read:Spelling Counts by ~FRBRkitty
"Fallow your heart",
I wondered what more there was to say.
Fallow your heart, leave it
empty and waiting for a season
so love can grow, nourished,
in a replenished, whole ground.
Fallow your heart so it does not become
Worn and barren with overuse.
The line read "fallow your heart",
but the poem, overworked,
meant only "follow".
Please remember that spelling counts.
Sta.sh
