TOWARD SAINT SEBASTIAN
By August Daye

The low baritones
drone their singular song
swept away by
salt air and suppers steam -
and along you come
trying to take the wind
out of my sails.

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FLYING FISH
By Joanne Leva

Glittering water
Does everything good die here?
Safe great glowing stars

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BEAUTY OF NIGHT SADNESS OF NIGHT
By McIntosh Bazile

Gazing onto the glowing diamond crescent figure lanterns of the night,
leaving that choreographed weightless footsteps of dust
like illuminating chariots setting a course to the moon,
a glimmering chandelier with fox ghost
like teeth teething through water,
as winged fish with lightning
like scales sprout out water cutting through the silk bliss of air
like blackbirds with razor like kisses,
smelling the essence of a sweet scent of voodoo settling in my lungs,
as midnight, caresses me towards his arms
as Mr. Holland says "There is no beauty,"
but grim like hands of night crushing nimbly onto backs,
hearing the death hollows of silent
like rose pedals dancing onto caskets
as fish chase darkness as it faints between horizons,
as we gaze upon the black onyx eclipses
of water swallowing over a thousand corpses,
as he says this nothing but a truculent remix of an orthodox,
an upside down remix of a odyseey in which you call,
a beauty...

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