“When There’s Lightning” by Sara Aykit


When There’s Lightning

Read the skies for storms
Thunder rolling in
Close the doors
Close your eyes
Hold fast to your breaking heart, darling
The sky is a velvet black,
stallion stampeding stopping for no one.
Thunder treading ground
There’s a tornado surely coming
Clouds are crying
Tossing thunder like children throw tantrums
Whipping winds howling
For you.

Peek from your covers
Peek out the windows
blue skies
Singing birds and sunshine
But you know
there’s thunder coming for you
It’s all in your head
But there’s thunder rolling in

–Sara Aykit

“Barrier, Poetic Door” (a paraclausithyron) by David Sizer

Barrier, Poetic Door
(by David Sizer)

Why is this door locked?
I can’t understand.
I’ve shown nothing
but love.
Your anger came,
like it always does,
from nowhere at all.

What void is there inside you?
That you feel you must so desperately fill?
Manipulation,
intense love,
senseless hate.

Ok, fine, maybe I wasn’t
always so nice to you.
Can you blame me though?
It’s hard to show my affection
when you keep locking yourself
behind a door.

 

 

Aug 28th–14th Annual Philly Zine Fest

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This Sunday, 12 noon to 7, the Philly Zine Fest will happen in West Philly.

WHEN: Sunday, August 28
Noon to 7 p.m.
WHERE The Rotunda
4014 Walnut St.

Hours and general information: http://www.phillyvoice.com/phillys-zine-scene-will-gather-together-university-city-festival/

Shameless promotion for Writers Room at Drexel:
Later this fall, on Oct. , Mary Tasillo of Soapbox will conduct a zine-making workshop for part of our NEA Big Read festival. We are reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston.
For  more on that, visit: http://www.neabigread.org/communities/?community_id=2250

(image from ZF Facebook page)

“nothing is Anything” by Melissa Mabasa

Poem and photograph by Melissa Mabasa.

Collaborations and Visual Poems

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by Melissa Mabasa

Bright lights, casting shadows
nothing is highlighted
The middle is empty
My focus goes there

nothing can be anything
Boundless opportunities
To be whatever I choose
In five minutes, I became a professor, chef, and a ballerina

I walk away from that corner
I am Me again
I step back into who I have been for the past 22 years

Except in those few minutes,
I could be Anything

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(Poem and photograph by Melissa Mabasa.)

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