Waterfalls

In nature calls

The waterfalls

And all befalls

The sound of liquid magic

Perishes in the fabric

In sheets of white velvet.

Trailing from blackened rock

Carrying all it brought

Of gold stone and sediment

Changing and eroding the land

Like a snake on parade

Making the ordinary grand

Pulverizing stone into sand.

In nature calls

The waterfalls

That perish in their liquid magic

In sheets of white velvet.

© Nicole Personette,  2019

Strickland Falls, Tasmania, Australia
Photo by JJ Harrison
from Wikimedia Commons

Those Letters Never Measure

Worldling, you are my confession—

I’d like to have a word with the man in the sea

when you sing your kyries don’t sing them at me

Dry throated dream, you test my patience

with your pageantry and your killing spree

each—each—each—

I didn’t know how to speak

Your shadow swallows words like

snake jaws so immune to moderation

skin and stone, sit and roam

I’ve given the nod, please take me home

ohm mani padme ohm

Um mani padme um

Our Father, with heart of seven

hollow be thy shame

Thy kingdom won, 

thy will be, will be—

we’ll be old one day

What can you say to me then

that hasn’t already been said?

It’s been a year, 

I’ve folded myself into a sigil 

Those letters never measure

what matters meant to me

they busted lust in Boaz

and on the shores of Galilee

Working magic, bread and fish

even Jesus made a wish

And when the night grew tired

You stripped bare the sacred flaw

but your hair against the hearth-flame

was the most perfect sight of all

what little heart we muster

thunders on the deep

I hear it every morning

and before I go to sleep

© James Cole, 2019

Chaos magic sigils
by Rune370
from Wikimedia Commons

Wishbone

 There are sins I’d commit again

Even knowing what I do

About remorse and

Consequences.

Rules make more sense once you break them

The sound they make sliding out of the way

Is pleasure and breath

When I inhale them

They race my pulse

When I bend them enough 

to show what lies beyond the law

The boundaries between good and evil

Should and shouldn’t

Yes and No

May never have existed

And snap like a wishbone.

© Michelle Stoll, 2019

Wishbone
Photo by Tequask
from Wikimedia Commons