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of zealous sapphire by aelogan, literature

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of zealous sapphire

Rattlesnake or of zealous sapphire An era of old and golden skies, in a desert of silent-film sienna, ragtime sepiatone and a pyrite sunrise, pinstriped wiseguys sold the valley sand, fit in felt fedoras and shaking leather hands on namesakes ornate with glowing jewels, a boulevard curbed and paved, concrete stiles and marble tiles upon a cosmic palisade of glass, inlaid and framed in miles and miles of brass and brightly colored burning gas. A glamorous new epoch burst forth, avaricious in its incandescent gloss, when they raised this monument of the brightest kind, we gained, and some gave a dear cost in trade for the cones inside

seasons, so agelessly by aelogan, literature

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seasons, so agelessly

Clocks and Calendars or seasons, so agelessly Over frigid water I saw her, with wisdom aged as ancient granite, standing fast and fix-gazed on the strand. Fascinated, I asked how long she had lived there: "You invented clocks and calendars, dear, I have just and always been here right now." On evergreen needles, seated in the frozen weather beating Zephyr Cove I pondered that maxim and then I asked her, how old was she, accordingly? "I could never say or capture age, this phony ephemeron that's forever every moment traded for a new one." Upon an alpine ice sheet vainglory pinned me to the mountain's mercy I told her my story of most

the blades of Karma by aelogan, literature

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the blades of Karma

Ten and Nothing or the blades of karma Lean not against my walls, push through. I'm the patron patience you've been seeking, and saint of the secrets keeping you. Scooped from the ditch out of which you grew and were cast back into, I found you, drooped and slinking. I picked you up and fastened your stinking habits to my brass. Not for thinking everything I retrieve from the pits and slicks and sinking eaves need be carried or repaired, maybe only spared or made aware that being sick is far from being buried. I should know a shifty snitch will only trench and trudge to see glue used in lieu of a proper stitch. The bench was proo

colliding, and by ash by aelogan, literature

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colliding, and by ash

Seraph and Ephedrine or colliding, and by ash Blond rain, hot, braising a brunette burn. The stage was taking turns when she turned up beneath me; meek petite, turned out to be a wishing well while I adored the ring- song of another southern belle. "Fall in," our notes implored to me and I, delighted, did. She astride, we twisted up in splendid flow, the baby blue's and sultry auburn's nightly sojourns. Tucked unknown inside her chest's soft comfort, lazing, I'd wake up and glow. Two autumn lovers racing spring's escaping tide, colliding, and by ash besnowed. Scottsdale found me prey in unbecoming news of winter crimes. I learned of d

sage and passing lights by aelogan, literature

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sage and passing lights

West Horizon Ridge or sage and passing lights I return to where I've always been. This home will stay remembered through being turned, closed, and reclothed. It's silvery smell and glassy echo are well set-in and still shudder me, thinly, again and again. A sticky swell of it's air swims in my lungs as I enjoy this breath of ghosts. Here, such joy had flashed and dimmed, vivid blue like paperclip antenna picture tubes. Ripostes - we're obsessed, an unsynced incessant choir. I decide I'm flush with ink and should retire. Against cushions crush, the sway-back boy who raised me is phased in the yawning fog of sleep,

we are as ether by aelogan, literature

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we are as ether

Natures or we are as ether I Are we as poisons, sodium and chlorine, that coalesce and nourish? No. We are as soldiers, crush and caress, nimble fingers that curl in behemoth fist. II Are we as voltage, joules and amps that force a heart, shocked and croaked, aglow? No. We are as ether, breathed and clear, black in the panoramic choke. III Are we as accelerants, hydrogen and oxygen, that transfix and extinguish? No. We are as isotopes, radium and tritium that luminesce, blister, and singe. IV Are we as snow, in the dive icing all life that will ripen by the slake of a wet spring? No, we are as one cell, measured splits usher all birt

she will study by aelogan, literature

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she will study

The Elysian or she will study This year, the walls here will ring with the clink of glasses and tap of plates passed among friends, family, and lovers. Other times, absorb the shuffle and rustle of quiet privacy, a solitude to where she can escape and recover. This year, the air here will hold a healing silence that bends easily into and out of echoes of music, roars of laughter, and sighs of relief; while over and around the flicker of good news, unwrapping of new shoes, and the comings-true of dreams. This year, the door here will barricade against the disingenuous thresh of the city, repel the selfish and insincere, only to allow cros

escaped, and so by aelogan, literature

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escaped, and so

The Charm Gates or escaped, and so We roared up Rue Bourbon and back again, shaking the gallery shanks with our dancing feet and fingertips, slipped a thrilling romance of sobriquets and keeping apart of lips. Thirsty, she perched me atop her fidelity, gasping when pinched by the flesh of her neck in my teeth, our steamy heat-seeking indecencies churning a chemistry cagey, perverted, and sweet. I wrung the wrought iron of Isabella's gate devotedly hanged as enchantment laced fabled accouterments, pickets and posts. I dismissed it as ferrous fetish, historically significant kitsch. And that night she unsettled my incredulous bent, a di

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Dionysus by CyneNoir, literature

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Dionysus

I see how you are shaken by a mad fever, Dionysus. You tremble in the moonlight's gleaming nectar as does a new, loose-limbed fawn, heady with a foreign ecstasy that runs heavily through your veins. Your dance is a bright and glowing beast that rattles the world to its bones. I can feel it: the stirring storm; the spark scuttling just beneath the earth; the violent wind that scrapes soil from its gaping mouth. Oh! How the night is a-quiver with wanting when you sing. In the distance a cricket scrapes together its wings; strikes a low hum in its paper-thin breast as it wrings rivers from the clustered bodies of grapes. The stars turn violet-

Labyrinth Children by AzizrianDaoXrak, literature

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Labyrinth Children

I rebel against the boiling Icarus-blood in my veins, but still fill the labyrinth walls Daedalus builds around me. Fire bursts open against a blue sky. We turn our bare bellies toward the sun and are told we have to be pretty, have to sweep away the light dusting of hair on our arms. The early sting of hot wax scalds like sunburns and redemption, residual heat softening our skin baby-new. We pull feathers from our skin like scraps of time. Our father builds splints and wooden frameworks, and we turn our faces to burn them in blazing skies. We wish only to sprout branches and grow ourselves sunward, green needles flashing. Dae

Into Smoke by Halatia, literature

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Into Smoke

Light brings the darkness, a flash so bright the whole house sears in white-purple motion: the cat streaking for cover, the clock notioning out of time, an earthquake worth of thunder rumbling through the ground. Front to fronts, the cold sinks in through the North windows pulling the last candle flames into taut slivers that shiver a story: When the age of fire sputters, when bulbs are shuttered and wires fray, we will lay in silence, wrapped in the cold of ice-aged dreams.

Phoenix in the Twilight by FrostedHarbor, literature

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Phoenix in the Twilight

You kept me calling out in the winter of my time. Oceans of snow and me, buried below, muffled in the dark, and you melted it all and washed me out from the sickness of myself. The muzzle flashes of days made me recoil while you prodded me, gentle and mean to take the shots and heal, patient of the eventide. And by the by, and by the by, I did and I did and I didn't. And you, a cherub, became a seraph and more to me, a great hand of redemption clutching the little imp, my me, shaking it loose of the filth and the folly. But they don't let the angels play with the demons for fear of getting soiled by the soot and locked out of the

Lie With Me by FrostedHarbor, literature

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Lie With Me

Lie with me in the copse, in the cool springtime of our minds; echo together the nearby rills, the sun tickling our eyelids, dripping through Spanish moss. Friend, come with fever and rest calm 'neath cypresses and the sufferings of sparrows. Lie with me in the grotto, against the backdrop of summer; stretch dimly on boulders, a whistled breeze in our ears, etching against rock and slab. Foe, come with rancor and fall easy under den and the frailty of sleeping bats. Lie with me on the bluff, atop a fading autumn outcrop; lounge unruffled on the crest, the salted waves tossing incense, clattering between promontories. Lover, come wit

Field Notes by salshep, literature

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Field Notes

. I: Insecta I snap: a sling-shot of sinew, tendons whipped to joints that buckle in lines as cleanly creased as an origami crane. Poised on a tripod of paper tips, I anticipate the wind but there is only steel shearing bone and then it all unfolds with a scritch-scratch and tickle of segmented limbs sprouting, barbed as berry-canes. II: Hymenoptera My skin once fed on your skin; sipped at honeyed pores with a thousand tiny, hollow tongue

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cogongrass

Nov 24, 2011

Do that thing where you come back. Trust me. It's totally super cool.

FrostedHarbor

Sep 27, 2011

I haven't seen any new stuff! Where is it?!

angelStained

Aug 22, 2011

Hello, you have been featured in my article here: Wonderful critics, wonderful writers #3.

Please take a look at it; thank you for creating great critique and writing!

bowie-loon123

Aug 15, 2011

GET BACK SOON. I miss your poetry and critiques.

Hey,

Just thought i'd drop a message to inform you - in the off chance you don't already know - that you are kind of the man. i keep seeing some great feedback of yours on poetic pieces and have always viewed your thought process and portrayal of such with extremely interest and have enjoyed reading your - sometimes brutally - honest feedback. It's pretty much tight as hell and certainly a breath of fresh air from the many short comments just informing the writer that they enjoyed the piece when a favorite would have conveyed just as much.
So - in lieu of enjoying your comments, thoughts, and criticisms - i figured i'd let you know that your a cool guy, possibly even one of the coolest, and i look forward to continuing to have the pleasure to view your work in both the written and critiquing fields.

Sweet, peace.

aelogan

Jul 8, 2011

Man, that's way nice of you to say. Sometimes it feels like a thankless job until someone thanks you for it.

Means a lot!