Genesis
- anon
unicorns exist
- anon
unicorns were known to tread delicately
dropping like the snowflakes
that fell and danced
on her porch in the winter
but they were never real
they can’t be
they were too mysterious
and untouchable
the little girl watched such
revelations fall beyond her
behind her and below her
and didn’t notice
that a shiny coat of white
and a horny littered with love
was approaching her
behind her back
issue 6: ποιέω "to make" vol. 1
issue 5: meta
issue 7: ποιητής "poet" vol. 2
Pothos
- brandon conway (bio)
This heart ’twas plucked
and tossed
A young boy stranded
and lost
Laid in a fresh dug bed
Contemplating the blanket of dirt
Sacrificing this mortal coil
to the worms
She found me there
That coy mistress
She whispered
Her voice the medicine to cleanse
Left as a reminder,
Stitched
Left to stories in thy head
A cycle that never ends
These gossamer sinews will not hold
To a finger that pokes
To a hand that grips
The flesh, how it rips
Left exposed
A dark nothingness
Lay thy hand on thine chest
Do you feel a beat?
It doesn’t exist
An empty field
Left for the crows
A seed was planted
How could it grow?
Water from thine eyes
And a hand to hold
In that field of brown
A little green
Shows
μόνος
- brandon conway (bio)
Do you remember when we were fearless
I would jump in the lake
Swim shoes lead to a shirt to not even swimming
Do you remember when we would go to concerts and I would body surf
Back row to ear plugs now we never go
Remember when we were sociable
I would have friends and conversate
Phone calls to text messages to not even talking
Do you remember when things went wrong?
ἀμφορεύς
- brandon conway (bio)
Hammock Nights
- brandon conway (bio)
It was a warm June night
Swaying between two trees
You laid your head on my chest
The leaves whispered its sweet breeze
The lantern was set to low
While we read about that giant peach
Fireflies giving us a show
The AC shut off with a screech
You lifted your tiny head
Do you remember what you asked me?
Why do we never see mommy anymore?
Instead of telling you about the horror of drugs
I told you about the peace in death.
Art of Movement
- brandon conway (bio)
The greatest piece of art
is found in the movement
of bodies
the fluidity of the wrist
to paint the nakedness
of humanity
the speed of fingers
strumming and plucking
our souls
the sensuality of flesh
moving in rhythm
of life
the meticulous eye
capturing little moments
of society
Art is beauty
and beauty is movement
of bodies.
Mine Eyes of Calamity
- brandon conway (bio)
Look into mine eyes
tell me what thou see
I see a prison, a soul
with hopes of escaping
I see padded walls
with a crazed man aching
I see deep sorrow
a human breaking
I see a gray sky
always raining
I see a husk of skin
eternally forsaking
I see a chasm
forever isolating
I see a mind
always creating
and hating
thy creation
I gazed upon thine eyes
and I saw hell in thy pupils
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