Mirror, Mirror- Michael Erickson

Photo by Michael Erickson

Look me in the eye,

Yes, you’re own eyes.

Consider your face,

With its flaws and blemishes.

Hold up those hands,

Each one a mechanism of change.

Look beyond the mortality,

What do you see?

An empty space?

A closed door?

I see a filled room,

An open passageway.

A brilliant soul.


Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.

Guest Barista Aurora Phoenix-Sunset Sundae

Strawberry apricot marmalade

Smeared butter knife slathers

Thickly coating tree trunks

Watered down dredges blend

Sugar milky clouds

Deliciously soaking the sky

Inviting hungry eyes

Lick the day good night.


Aurora Phoenix is a wordsmithing oxymoron. Staid suburbanite cloaks a badass warrior wielding weapon grade phrases. Read more of her confabulations at Insights from “Inside.”

Guest Barista Cyranny- The Peddler

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It was an almost nameless little town, in an almost unknown country-side area. With little houses planted, like trees, far enough away from each other, that two neighbours could have lived their whole life without knowing they even existed, if one had no curiousity.

She lived in the home her father had built from his bare hands. Not a big house, but comfortable enough for her own needs. Especially since her parents had left her, a couple of years back. She had grown up learning to take care of their little farm, and the few animals and small piece of land that were her family’s legacy sufficed to make her life a good one.

One day, as she was sweeping the broom on the hardwood kitchen floor, someone knocked at her door. She went to open it, curious to see who this might be, and a man stood on her porch, waiting for her… She had never seen him before. Continue reading

Guest Barista Basilike Pappa- One (Ursula K. Le Guin Tribute)

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We are no woman

no man

Upwards we fall through a golden light

undefined by genitalia

untranslatable wombsibs of this land

with a hundred words for ice

but only one for hearth

mother is a mason

holds us tight, tighter

in the folds of life

left to us is mindspeech

the old times, the new ways

as we bond in somer

we are human

as we fall in kemmer

upwards, always upwards

dark-of-the-mooners

suns burning wild

copper-red light, tight, tighter

in electric embraces

we shape each other

blood are the tales of this love

fire the language of ice

the king is with child

in the act of creation, praise

There is time for motion and time for rest

there is even and odd, right and left

there is a beginning and there is an end

darkness and light walk hand in hand

but old times or new ways

somer or kemmer

love is love

We are one

 

Inspired by Le Guin’s The Left Hand of Darkness and the short story Coming of Age in Karhide.


Basilike Pappa lives in Greece. Her poetry has appeared on Rat’s Ass Review, Surreal Poetics and Bones – Journal for Contemporary Haiku. More of her work can be seen on Silent Hour.

Guest Barista Aurora Phoenix-Cool-tinted

Cool-tinted breezes beguile her

Kiss her cheeks with braid-released tendrils

Gently flutter loose-hanging shirt

Waft relief to exertion’s perspiration

Whisper blissful counterpoint

To sun’s glowing caress

Paint her skin soulfully free


Aurora Phoenix is a wordsmithing oxymoron. Staid suburbanite cloaks a badass warrior wielding weapon grade phrases. Read more of her confabulations at Insights from “Inside.”

Guest Barista Lee Dunn- Envoy of the Ekumen (Ursula K. Le Guin Tribute)

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Genly Ai
One single person
Carrying a message
to another world
A message of invitation,
of belonging
to a league of worlds
in the wider universe.

Persecuted
to the point of death
by a mad King,
by rival factions,
and political intrigue

Sought out and saved
by one single person
at first skeptical and enigmatic
the honourable Estraven,
whose life was forfeit
for this crime of treason,
but not in vain.

Estraven set in motion
the events by which Ai would succeed.
One man accomplished
What an army could never have done.


Hello,  I am Lee Dunn, a retired man looking to create something through the written word.  I live in Shelburne, Ontario, Canada.
I blog on WordPress at  
AREMYFEETOFFTHEGROUND

Guest Barista Cyranny- Toe dipping…

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in the sea pool

of your love

at ankle depth

wearing the thin

line of the surface

as a bracelet

on my flesh… Token

of your love,

never to be heard

never to be seen

only to be felt.

Dipping my feet

though yearning

to dive, dive into

the sea pool of

your love… Knowing

damn well,

knowing for a fact,

how your beauty

inebriates me, how

your raw strength

attracts me like a

fly, over a jar of

honey, like a moth

to the light.

Well aware, that

staring from the

bank, wearing

nothing but a handful

of sunrays, standing

straight as a plank,

one last breath, hanging

on the edge of my lip,

if I give in, I’ll jump

head first, no second

thoughts before splitting

the waters, before

sinking so deeply

into your meanders

that I’ll never see

the light of day

again. My hair dancing

through your waves,

lungs drowned in

the memories, deeper

and deeper, and I

would wonder… While

this sweet agony is

wrecking me, my Love

do you even feel

me founder?


Cyranny is an independant poet/writer hosting what she likes to call a “convenience blog”. Her Cove is the home of her everyday thoughts. Living in Montréal and working in the technical support field, she escapes life’s craziness through writing. From simple life anecdotes to poetry and fantasy, from humor to romance, anything goes in The Cove. Curious? Come in, take a seat and enjoy the French connection!

Guest Barista Aurora Phoenix-Beauty Prevails

Tonight’s surreptitious peek

Through steel barred window

Reveals hazy soft horizon

Rosy wisps at the treeline

Reflected on a curl of razor wire

Cruel unforgiving implement

Impervious to beauty

Yet passes it along.


Aurora Phoenix is a wordsmithing oxymoron. Staid suburbanite cloaks a badass warrior wielding weapon grade phrases. Read more of her confabulations at Insights from “Inside.”

Guest Barista Michael Erickson- Life Contained

 

Photo by Michael Erickson

 

 

 

I exist in a galleria of stone.

Broken pieces place side by side,

Jagged edges meeting smooth lines.

There between a maze of solidified enigmas I pushed through,

A living, breathing being.

-M. E.

 

 


Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.

Guest Barista Devereaux Frazier-My Poetry Is

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My poetry

is long awaited sunset

on a lover’s winter night

My poetry

is a flashlight on the entrails

of the horror film called Life

My poetry

is a camera

on the heart of Titanic

Beautiful

but tormented

Acclaimed

and cursed

My poetry

is an anchor

and a mast

a tsunami

and a covenant

conviction

from the conflicted

moaning

behind near perfect diction

My poetry

is the other side of the railway tracks

The backside

catching all the jack

Telling my truth

emasculates me

to that of a bee

giving little

but losing all

so you might avoid

where I’ve stumbled

and crawled

My poetry may be autistic

from hands suddenly active

but the lips are rigid

and mind narrow

My poetry may be saddening

inspirational

or nothing to you at all

but it’s my lifeline

brink

brink

breaking

that’s my heart aching

and another poem

that needs your saving


I’m Devereaux Frazier, an eighteen year old poet and writer from Baltimore, Maryland. I’ve been published eight times on SpillWords, with my piece “Pleadings Against The Preposterous” being nominated for Publication Of the Month of May. I’ve also been published five times on TeenInk, with my story “Less Than Human” being published in the October 2016 edition of their magazine. In addition, Literary Art Review has published three of my poems as well. I am the sole voice of the blog An Aspergian’s Chemical Romance. You can also find me on Facebook.