Elation

If tires could score patterns into pavement then these would be indelible whorls, fingertip prints dancing like overburdened bunting, stretched until tight, then released to snap in rubbery tangles, twisted and perfectly unplanned. Everything’s reflecting as visible music, an evening composed in motion, all the shining eyes aglow, waypoints, lit fuses, blurred meteors blinking over…

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Changeling

Variegated strands of weather weavetheir magic tapestry on my mind.I revel in their changing voices,interpretative attire, and cacophony. I look forward day to day, no, evenevery moment, to their malleability.I love sun, blue sky and light breeze,but no less mad tempestuousness. The splendance of the greyest dawnsmiles, blows scudding across my day.It is dramatic change I seek,…

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Music

Have you ever felt music?have you ever felt a sound?have you felt it swirl through the airuntil in penetrates youstirs up the past and presentshow’s you the future. And you’re no longer numbyou’re alive, you woke upthe sounds come from within nowyou’re the playerand the instrumentyou’re the audienceevery note is powerful and strongevery note has meaning. Don’t…

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Buddha Minds On Fire

Surrounded by the Buddha’s bounty,a calming serenity hushes the crowdas a docent provides a brief biography . . . The bump of knowledge crowns his head withTightly bundled curls of second-growth hair,Framed by long lobes stretched by gold earrings. “Only real Buddhas have these three things!”I hear her, but I wonder if it’s truly those thatmake Buddhas…

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A Room

This was not just a room – it wasA milestone- a first communion,A crisp suit, a new car, a fresh haircut-A blank set of blueprints on how to be human.It was a field where shoes aren’t needed-Where you break curfew and don’t care aboutTime or memory, where everything standsStill because your mouth can’t keep up…

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Cinnamon

A spicy seam, unraveled in a café, brunette with streaks. Jittering fingers unstitch brown and red; a smell like mad-heat buried in cheeks, flesh wild and fever-drenched. His lips are swollen on warm treats, but he stretches the peppered vein and drinks.  by Janae Green Janae Green is a recipient of the 2nd Annual Gypsy Sachet…

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