SPOTLIGHT ON...prose poetry by Abigail BrownBeehive Have you ever wondered what it's like inside a beehive where there is pure honey made with hard will and strife that we put on our biscuits and taste so yummy whether human or bug life is about the determination we all love so next thought you think make it a thought like a bee making honey in the beehive above. Heartbreak Sharkbait Heartbreak shark bait want to eat your heartache our mistake welcome to the garden Gates of spells no one here to tell so I freaking yell just want to rebel what's the purpose heartbreak shark bait I just freaking hate how they all discriminate what's really ours to take go ahead break down the heartache just call me shark bait retaliate wondering about my fate eventually disintegrate f***** around now it's too late we all get a little taste of heartbreak just call me shark bait delegate the crowd with love being loved what's your purpose asking myself why do you deserve this you know you're worth this lame's dismissed themselves ringing dinner bells steady screaming yells heartbreak shark bait casted out your line caught in rewind heartbreak shark underlined.
SPOTLIGHT ON... PreetamDas Kirtana Verse & Vine Consider the lilies but consider this, too, when we “toil or spin”, it could be we’re rooted no deeper than self, We don't lack seed but soil, not shade but sun beyond what we alone can grow. We have supply and demand but not desire, to lose privilege, feed everyone, protect, serve, educate, eradicate war, quench every single thirst with community wells. We have Ways but not will, to water thirst, that isn't our own, to offer assistance unearned, to not victim-blame, to not sink in shame, to acknowledge - we hold the key to changing a certain and avoidable end hinging on understanding the difference between domination and dominion, between being born “very good” or “in sin”, between starting with chapter one or chapter three, between Presence and power, and how both are soft and strong, soaring, still, rising grounded, disciple’s heart, joyfully seva bound. The Beatitudes could guide us, that one sermon we have but we don't want to risk taking them literally like the stone tablet ten, and they're not rife with comforting legalism or ego return, they don't inspire envy in disciples’ craving power without compassion, but God's power without God's compassion, as it turns out, isn't God, at all, it's just self-seeking on a pilgrim path, all me doing me, cheering me, rooting for ourselves and believing God does, too, and, of course, It does: God cheers us to return to our roots, to consider our soil, Source, and light, to be honest about our will and ways, and desire and how aligning those three, can be the Home we never left, Eden restored, no border, no bouncer, no blame. Daily Brew It was a two storm tide that swallowed mother before my eyes, dad and me, funnel clouds fuming, double dog daring your landmine or mine held down too long, too tight too wet two small foul tides, both rising, barren bosom, dry heartland drenched to drowning by a two storm tide turning against mother, father, and son, and the Holy Ghost, who comforted all but saved none. Sunlight, Moonlight, Star Gate Child I often don't regulate well, I sometimes praise too loudly without carrying a single note, I often risk trusting too much when the evidence says don't, so rather than rooftop proclaiming, I embedded my thanks here in my open palm recognized by your portal palm pressed to my passing witness planted, by the same riverside, sharing network of roots that shall not be, shall not be moved but whose pipe branch sent wind song will be moved, across the face of the waters and tides of time, of storms stilled, yet waters troubled by difference drowning wholeness, desiring, healing rising and healing does rise prodigal, prophet, seer, beggar, saint, come near, press your palm to my mirror, my holy breath held in your own, heart open by a song unrehearsed, a tune known by trusting hearts and mirrored hands tracing glory, trailing love, revealing wings in our shared human story.  Preetam’s work has been featured on Semantikon/Three Fools Press website (under previous name ‘Patrick Sebastian’) and archived with other authors at The Weston Gallery, Cincinnati, Ohio documenting Ohio arts and media at the turn of the 21st century. His nonfiction has been serialized in The Dayton City Paper. His poetry was included in the 2024 Ohio Bards Anthology. He taught creative nonfiction at Stivers High School for the Arts and co-chaired a Men's Writing Group in Santa Fe, N.M. His 2016 Essay, "Why Survive a Plague?" is featured on "35 Years of AIDS" at Indolentbooks.com.
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SHINE - International Poetry Series
Curated by Samantha Terrell
From the international poetry community, we have a "luxury of stars," as Sylvia Plath might say, and it is my honor to provide a home for their words through SHINE Poetry Series.
NOW IN PRINT!
Stars Over the Dordogne
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