Tag Archives: issue 1.2

Addressing the Impaired

Addressing the Impaired

Delusions on the home front:

the boob tube adjusting sound

levels, this canned laughter

we’re schooled in while, about

town, riots flair.

 

Yet the electric

hearth stays us, places back alacrity’s

presumption:  these neat potted palms,

Cyclamen knitted across bricks,

the functionless poker leaning

in the network of such holy herbage….

 

Here is a country cottage, a garden estate,

enclosed in itself as the globe

by your fish tank is now

a reflection superimposed over

our two stalwart figures, one

wheelchair-bound seeing everything

as is, & the other, a relic:

 

(torched BMW, white bystander outline

on a surface after the bombing),

 

still refusing to witness, grasp, believe

this has become our reality.

 

Stephen Mead, a resident of NY is a published artist, writer, maker of short-collage films and sound-collage downloads. His latest P.O.D. amazon release is an art-text hybrid, “According to the Order of Nature (We too are Cosmos Made)”, a work which takes to task the words which have been used against LGBT folks from time immemorial. In 2014 he began a webpage to gather links of his poetry being published in such zines as Great Works, Unlikely Stories, Quill & Parchment, etc., in one place: Poetry on the Line, Stephen Mead.

In This Landscape

In This Landscape

The morning always comes, brings

with it necessity:  miles traveled, bodies

carried, belongings lessened to nothing

more than cloth.

 

On nominal days this life of

the indispensable drags…

Across the horizon some shanty town burns.

The sky is glazed, brown Vaseline, seems

audible.

 

Hear the cries of someone wearing

a tire set afire?

 

Dryness blisters.  The wireless crackles,

drowning out sound, converting voices to flies.

They drone in the eyes of children.

Light gloats, an oven sucking, its heat

depleting flesh, leather musculature,

the tired, the twig-like

caricaturized by gross irony

into bloated stomachs.

 

Famine festers, breathes.

Around the corner from the Missions,

imported tins, munitions get stocked.

They keep these locked up, soldiers,

government hired, cocking the usual guns…

 

Here is Eden:

Sabotaged, undermined,

this, another land, apolitical as sand

where the water which once flowed

flies blind as wind to sting, to sting…

 

To the bones not a thing but that adheres.

 

Stephen Mead, a resident of NY is a published artist, writer, maker of short-collage films and sound-collage downloads. His latest P.O.D. amazon release is an art-text hybrid, “According to the Order of Nature (We too are Cosmos Made)”, a work which takes to task the words which have been used against LGBT folks from time immemorial. In 2014 he began a webpage to gather links of his poetry being published in such zines as Great Works, Unlikely Stories, Quill & Parchment, etc., in one place: Poetry on the Line, Stephen Mead.

Don’t Tell The Kids But

Don’t Tell The Kids But

There are worse things in this world than boarding school. Like Grandma’s Swedish fish, or a dead crack addict. Like medical experiments on sad, traumatized sheep. Like how we destroyed all the rainforests in search of cheap butter substitutes, and how all your fruit loops taste like whiskey. Like your ill-fated attempts at saving a crumbling marriage, and how your life is disappearing at an alarming rate, one honey butter biscuit at a time.

RL Black is EIC of Unbroken and Unlost Journals, and her own writing has been published across the web and in print. Follow her on Twitter @rlblackauthor and Facebook.

Outside Moves

Outside Moves

The word for today is agony.

Your object is to erase it, release

shafts of sun

through the bricks of this

wall.

Scrape mortar, make a corner

of just light.

Next take paper, any brand.

Then rip up

enough for every child

to color with crayons.

Let them

paste each edge together.

Let them

place that collage

over that chasm where radiance

lives.

My, how miraculous-

this mural kills wounds.

 

Stephen Mead, a resident of NY is a published artist, writer, maker of short-collage films and sound-collage downloads. His latest P.O.D. amazon release is an art-text hybrid, “According to the Order of Nature (We too are Cosmos Made)”, a work which takes to task the words which have been used against LGBT folks from time immemorial. In 2014 he began a webpage to gather links of his poetry being published in such zines as Great Works, Unlikely Stories, Quill & Parchment, etc., in one place: Poetry on the Line, Stephen Mead.

Note from Future Self

Note from Future Self

I’m probably not the right person to explain this, but one bad decision can ruin an entire childhood. You’ll get lost in those shadows, crave sunshine and the eternal tightness of knots. You’ll find little pink pills and therapy bills in the couch. There at the end the sodium level in your tears alone could set your blood pressure up by 11 points. You won’t find closure, but you’ll find what you need in your pantry six years down the hall—a cuckoo clock and a crock of honey. The clock is busted, but the guts are still there—and honey never spoils.

RL Black is EIC of Unbroken and Unlost Journals, and her own writing has been published across the web and in print. Follow her on Twitter @rlblackauthor and Facebook.