New Stories for August 17, 2020
“You Are a Poem” by Jennifer Preston Chushcoff
Every agony and ecstasy
Every pulsing, beating, breathing
Moment
You are a poem.
Your body beloved
Is Hallowed.
Sometimes broken or bent,
But always remember this,
Always Holy,
Always Healing.
You are becoming.
You are a poem.
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“Funeral” by Troy Kehm-Goins
An erasure of Chapter 69 of Moby-Dick
The body
flashes Slowly
insatiate rapacious
floats further and further
floats murderous
for hours and hours
pleasant joyous
death floats infinite
mocking mourning
life needed it
this desecrated body
nevertheless floating
“Cotton Candy Ghosts of the Pier” by Elizabeth Beck
Like a late summer bee diving into a bowl of pollen
He’s outside smoking beyond the thin
curtain
framing him, bridal, in the gauze of just-before-night
ecstatic blue, blazing almost neon
before thundering into black
lit ends of cigarettes as lighthouse
beacons beckoning, warning
those are scuttling, tearing rocks
His mouth is full of them
a graveyard of
stumbling blocks
a velvet viper poised and coiled
In the coals of his nicotine fired
chest there is diamond dust
that glitters up into his eyes
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