DECEMBER, 2019

FORWARD INTO A DREAM

BY SYNNIKA LOFTON

I lean and let gravity play its music, play its role in crafting my destiny, a purpose that I celebrate. In my head, a kingdom lives with stones shaped in an innovative design. I breathe for those that sacrificed. I climb for those that didn’t have a chance to realize their potential. This is much more than a slave song, a ballad that circles in air from the coast of West Africa and makes a home on a street corner. I lean forward into a dream, with a clenched fist. 

 

CINEPHILIA

BY GRANT LOMELINO

She was like a Kubric Film,
Master strokes of purposeful small details.
A soft directional stare
Holding a distant beauty

I’ll eat up every second—
popcorn in hand,

Admiration in eye
She placed her hand in my palm
Carefully slipping her fingers in between mine
Just for a moment
Then returning her hand to a fist
To lay dormant atop my open hand.
I lived for the drives we would take.
Winding, twisting, flying
Past street lights,
Framed perfectly in the passenger window

She glowed—
I stared lovingly at the scene

She avoided my sight line,
With pontificated silence and dismissive head nods
As I stumbled into a monologue of my personal interests
She was a troubadour to my passions
Entertain,
Dismiss,
Move on.
I played the fool to it.
Always waiting for the next performance

SOUL·AR*

BY ALIE MCARDLE

lovers so transcendent
i would feel my soul
lay into his
our bodies activated
telepathy

onward into the kaleidoscope
our energies plugged into
separate neurons

and our connection
weakened

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