THERE’S A PIECE

There’s a piece of me
that needs carving,
crouching--festered,
aching in the marrow.

There’s a piece
that needs mending; a catching
of strings and bits--a snatching
of light from shadows.

There’s a piece that would howl
if the moon would allow
and the night surrender,
raw with anger, flames and fury.

With each beat, each breathe,
I’d wrench with thankful fingers
this writhing, squirming
mass of memory.

Like some sand beached shellfish;
its pink flesh gristled
and bitter, rendered and torn,
until conch shell empty.

And no echo remains
but the moan of wind over waves,
scattered into foaming waters
of an ebbing, distant sea.

D. Ouellet

STARVING ARTIST

if i keep myself
fed, clothed,
if i have money
in my pocket,

i do not draw
in pastel. frighten
with acrylic.

i don’t wait
for days that
never come and
i don’t remember
feeding on
the larvae of my past.

if i keep one foot in front
of the other and
manage time
carefully between love
and hate and drinks,
i feel satiated.
no desire to draw up
a past i sketch
in a fury.

today i skipped breakfast
and i do not care about
feeding
so tonight
i will paint.

Julie L. Mazza (TornScorpio)

IT

Seek it
Find it
Acknowledge it
Accept it
Take it
Hold it
Feel it
Feed it
Declare it
Celebrate it
Nourish it
Nurture it
Show it
Share it
Spread it
Give it
Live it
LOVE

Paul E. Mazerolle (Mazeropa)

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