The Velut Luna Poems by Jessica Skyfield

(i.)
 
Starseed
 
Particles accelerate

Never losing mass.

Never losing energy.

Cold fusion brilliance,

created in a fog of clarity.

Energy illuminated.

Magic?

Pounds of stardust

traded for an ounce of perspective.

We all love amusement parks.

Dizzy and delirious,

parked permanently on the ride.
 
(ii.)
 
Dust to dust
 
We’re made of stars

disparate and dissonant.

Day by day

doubt festers,

fenestrations of fear.

And we damn deities,

dredge demons.

Cosmological chaos.

Inherent ideological clashes

birthed from cultural constructs.

Idiomatic onslaught,

shaped by societal mores,

moored by millennia.

Nihil sumus.
 
(iii.)
 
Velut luna
 
Spin the wheel

Velut luna

Fortune favors the bold

Tried and true, trite and true.

Therein lies the rub.

Squeezing our infinitesimal selves into the lens

of a long-forgotten dream.

All roads lead you home.

That’s as unconditional as it gets.
 
(iv.)
 
Open
 
Sometimes I forget to breathe.

Creating a vacuum seal of self.

Presenting that self to the world: an unwilling taciturn tacticality.

The perceived enormity of our individual selves

Lost to the ether.

Lacking time.

Creating space.

Where?
 
(v.)
 
Relativistic Infinity
 
Effusive energy

Silent fusion

Dominos without end

A self-made loop

A louped glance,

askance.

Golly gee. Great.

Gutted by greed,

Gouge our evil eyes,

And hollow hearts.

Our irrational ears.

As we fester in finite fallacy.
 
(vi.)
 
Outline
 
where to start?

where to begin?

“We need an outline.”

Oh? Oh.

Of my life. Of the complication.

The words swirl in a torrential hurricane inside.

How to order chaos?

“Of course.”

It’s only a matter of course.
 
 
 
 

 
 
is currently a teacher. She has been a scientist, a mother, will always be a student, and worn other hats, too. Her poems seek to bring light to our struggle with our awareness of our humanity: the juxtaposition of the smallness of ourselves when viewed universally and yet the huge impact of each of our actions, as well as the infinitely compounding fact that our individual perception is (our, only known) reality.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times at Artvilla.com ; You may visit
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Holy Dementia Poems by Nolcha Fox

***
Higher Education

The mathematician
is training to work
at McDonalds.
Today he is learning
how to make ice cubed.

***
Holy Dementia
a response to Mary Ruefle, “On Twilight”

As he wanders
through his creation,
I wonder if God
picks me up
from another fall
and says,
“I made this?”

***

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Nolcha has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls. Her poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Red Lemon Review, Dark Entries, Duck Head Journal, Medusa’s Kitchen and others. Her chapbook, “My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats,” is available on Amazon.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times at Artvilla.com ; You may visit
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Tattoos and Unwelcome Guest. 2 Poems by Christiana Sasa

1.

tattoos
__________

She was a witch
burnt alive
only to raise
from the ashes
to start playing
again with fire

She was a nymph
mud thrown at her
face in disgust
She reshaped her
cloudy dreams
out of that thick mud

She is the woman
next door
beaten blue
thick makeup
barely covering up
fossils of last night

She is the man
in the gym
stuffing pain
mixed with pride
down his throat
numb with power

She is the child
with vacant eyes
mute questions
monsters eating
fairies at night
sand castles smashed

She is you
me
and them
scratching tattoos
trapped between blind walls
of our own Auschwitz

2.

unwelcome guest
____________________

she meets this man
in her city

an unwelcome guest

a few days left
before he leaves again
for another city
or a tempest-tossed shore

smoke-stained lips
long-forgotten dreams
walk like shadows
in quickly-smudged tears
worn-out coast
piercing out of jaws
jewels of freedom
forbidden
or hidden somewhere in
unwashed hair

words exchanged
sighs shared
two pairs of eyelashes
greeting each other

a butchered sun
trapped between barbed wires

Bio: Christiana Sasa has been writing poetry for a little more than four years. Her work has been published in the literary magazines Poetry Life and Times, Literary Heist, Eskimo Pie, Rye Whiskey Review etc.
Besides poetry, she is interested in painting and music.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times at Artvilla.com ; You may visit
Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author & https://poetrylifeandtimes.com
See Robin performing his work Performance (University of Leeds)

Body Artiste & Studio Vogue 1970. Poems by Sterling Warner

Body Artiste 

Brandy called herself an empty easel
ready to strip down naked and take on
primary colors, a blank canvass eager
to display artistic genius & mutable
good taste as her flesh took on hues
any rainbow might envy & satisfied
a young boy’s locker room fantasy.

Daybreak till twilight, artists illustrated 
Brandy’s skin; she posed for photos, 
sent them into cyberspace & reveled 
in notoriety that left her wanting, longing
for lustrous fulfillment as someone’s 
magnum opus, satisfaction in spirit
only complete when stroked by a brush.

 
 

Studio Vogue 1970

Vinyl record albums stacked facedown 
	like semi-glossy square decks of cards
feebly served as trendy apartment bookends 
	supporting a motley assortment 
of leather bound & paperback texts.

A discarded telephone wire spool, my 
	hip coffee table, that looked like 
a Brobdingnag sewing bobbin, showcased 
	artbooks ranging from Frida Kahlo’s symbolism 
& Michelangelo’s sculptures to Dali’s surrealism. 
 
Lovers and I watched our youthful bodies
	roll with an undulating waterbed tide
through a full-length plastic mirror 
	nailed like a crucifix above us 
before we sank to the liquid mattress’s center.
.
Days and nights we once seemed to own 
	fell victim to infrequency’s impact 
on intimate moments: the paucity 
	of cheap thrills, my dated studio décor, 

 
 

 
An award-winning author, poet, and educator, Sterling Warner’s works have appeared in literary magazines, journals, and anthologies including Danse Macabre, Poetry Life and Times, Shot Glass Journal, Ekphrastic Review, and Sparks of Calliope. Warner’s collections of poetry include Rags and Feathers, Without Wheels, ShadowCat, Edges, Memento Mori: A Chapbook Redux, Serpent’s Tooth, and Flytraps (2022)—as well as Masques: Flash Fiction & Short Stories. Currently, Warner writes, participates in “virtual” poetry readings, and enjoys retirement in Washington.
 

 
Amazon.com/Flytraps/Poems by Sterling Warner
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times at Artvilla.com ; You may visit
Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author & https://poetrylifeandtimes.com
See Robin performing his work Performance (University of Leeds)