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Read Poem: Until We Meet Again, by Yurasil Canaan

I can recognize his voice now.
He left his odor on me. I still feel his hands caressing my body.
His soft lips pressed against mine.
Talking to him calms me.
He has managed to do the one thing no one has ever done, he makes me feel safe.
I can spend hours laying on his chest, I’ll never get tired of that.
His brown eyes and stupid smile gets me every time.
I love it when his strong dark skinned arms hug me.
His arms are covered with tattoos.
Tattoos that tell the pain he has been through.
I can stare at them for hours, like reading my favorite book.
We spend hours talking and I hate talking to people.
He gives me the confidence I need.
But I stay away, I can’t let us get too close and yet we are.
We are not afraid of each other.
It scares me that he is everything I ever wanted.

Read Poem by Bryce Kapono Smith

I had thought I’d be dead by now.

That’s been hard to get used to.
Now, don’t tempt me with a good time
Lost enough relishing in this missed-pain you scratched on my back
Because this isn’t like before, with a beginning, middle, and end.
It’s perpetually the middle now.
But to miss something is never to have had it in the first place
So I’m feeling lucky now I guess
Like when you bend down to tie your shoe just before hearing gunshots across the street.
Yet there are those memories, you know, that you have to scream out loud to get away from.
Since as much that’s given is as much taken
There are no excuses or any amount of apologizing to recover time given, taken, or wasted.
And though time and space is the brand of belt I wear around my pants
I’m still sorry.
No motives, just mistakes.

“Children are natural mimics who act like their parents despite every effort to teach them good manners.” — Art of Quotation

Children are natural mimics who act like their parents despite every effort to teach them good manners. Mark Twain

via “Children are natural mimics who act like their parents despite every effort to teach them good manners.” — Art of Quotation

“This was a discount store, Now it’s turned into a cornfield… Don’t leave me stranded here I can’t get used to this lifestyle” — Art of Quotation

And as things fell apart Nobody paid much attention song quote from Nothing But Flowers, 1988, performed by The Talking Heads. Songwriters: David Byrne, Chris Frantz, Jerry Harrison, Tina Weymouth In the News: ‘It’s positively alpine!’: Disbelief in big cities as air pollution falls “(Nothing But) Flowers” Here we stand Like an Adam and an […]

via “This was a discount store, Now it’s turned into a cornfield… Don’t leave me stranded here I can’t get used to this lifestyle” — Art of Quotation

“Drawing is not an exercise of particular dexterity, but above all a means of expressing intimate feelings and moods.” — Art of Quotation

“Drawing is not an exercise of particular dexterity, but above all a means of expressing intimate feelings and moods.” Henri Matisse. painter

via “Drawing is not an exercise of particular dexterity, but above all a means of expressing intimate feelings and moods.” — Art of Quotation

In Memory: “I’m trying to paint a world that’s not around us.” — Art of Quotation

“I admire painters who can work directly from nature, but for me that seems to lead to anecdotal painting. Realism is about interpreting daily life in the world around us. I’m trying to paint a world that’s not around us.” William Bailey, 1930-2020, painter, professor Yale University

via In Memory: “I’m trying to paint a world that’s not around us.” — Art of Quotation

Read Poem: Answer meets question, by Carissa Putriziandra Finneren

You asked me a question.
What do I love?
Love
Love
Love
How can I answer this
As if
What I love exists outside of me
Externally?
Internally I feel a sunrise3
Every time I open my eyes
Light grows through time
Lids close and the sun sets
Into many lands of the same name
Dream
Its here I swim in Your seas
Reconstructed memories
Rare moments of lucidity
Fluidity in specks of stars imploding
Showing
Movie after movie
Sometimes it moves me
Other times it leaves me
With a feeling
That I can’t quite explain
Or the question,
“what in the world was that all about? Meh, who cares?”

It’s the kind of love that you haven’t been waiting for
Because you’ve been too busy living through it
Breathing through it
Working reworking It as if you think you have a hold on it
Sometimes you can’t even sit because it’s so strong
Stepping closer to that
Unable to truly reach this
Because your hands grasp for something that is invisible
Yet ALL around you
Flowing through you
Oh! Its blocked.
Hah! Now it’s unblocked.

The kind of love that you don’t ask “more” from
Give me more?
No
Because everything is enough
All is enough
It’s what was really needed

So you ask “what do you love?”
I think the answer folds itself into the question
In all forms
Actually visible too
Extending over norms
Lives
Lies that have revealed truths
Your eyes
Freedom to decide
Because this life is a ride
So hold on but not too tight
Family, friends, sunshine, good wine
Pen paper time alone
But never really
Music, art, nature
Scientific mystic
Don’t be so realistic that you missed it

Mind to mind
Body to body
Heart to heart
Taste after taste of
Grounded spices simmered for paste
Kunyit, bawang putih, cengkeh being gently firmly grinded on stone

It’s all written on there
Our destinies
Revealing itself through epiphanies
Whispers of Your mystery
Showing clearly
That Love is not meant for me
Hiding from me
Nor punishing me
It is me

But not all the time

Sometimes the doors are closed
Even though it holds heavens

In those moments I accept
Another layer
Seeing
Feeling how love exists within each one
So again you ask “what do you love?”
Again I reply,
The answer folds itself into the question

Read Poem: The Light Never Dies, by Marc Anthony S. Sison

One sad afternoon,
I don’t have any rations to put in my spoon,
I am one of those poor youth,
Who is scared and destitute.

I’m sitting in our living habitation,
Musing about the disease that caused these hard situation,
Today, the morning is over,
Still God, My shield, my weapon and my power.

It was dark and quiet around,
‘We are suffering’ is what I hear with a scary sound,
Covid19, are you angry with us?
Oh common! To kill thousand of people is not your task.

I immediately close my eyes,
Looking for the rainbow in the storm you brought us,
My God, hear my plea,
Give us solutions against this agony.

Oh My light, where are you?
You should stay because we still need you,
Life is useless if you will vanish,
And everyone’s lives might perrish.

As the birds fly,
This disease will also die,
This morning, when you wake up,
Everything will be fine so don’t give up.

The sun will appear,
All is well, my dear,
The light that was stolen from you,
Again, will be returned to you.