Poetry of Issue #4
 
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SLUT
Why does the word satisfy so? The tongue slides up I always knew it was me. The whispered S, the soft slur of the L, yes, it’s me; that deep inside rut it’s me. I’m going somewhere you can’t go – something dark, fragile, Margaret McCarthy__ |
WHAT THE SMELL OF BOXWOOD PROMISED
An alchemical moment a waking vision of the possible. Margaret McCarthy__ C.TvM Klaartje 2001-2012 |
SOLSTICE Resurrection comes At strange, unexpected times Shortest day, longest Night, how can you signal light's Return? Not so fast; Let me burrow here awhile, Dream the sun's return, Then climb out from winter's cave Stronger from sight's seed. I'll re-invent creation; I'll re-birth all creation. Margaret McCarthy__ |
PHOTOGRAPHY
To press vision through darkness, and still the shadow of that cloud escaped me, Margaret McCarthy__ |