issue 43: conception
- mia morgalla (bio)
The waterlilies sit, drifting
inch by inch, petals straining
for the apricot sun,
their meditative urge
only finding my love.
You rest by the lake’s edge,
reflection swallowed by the deep,
It’s hard to write
about what doesn’t hurt,
about that unspecific glow
of Eos eating away at the night.
- mia morgalla (bio)
As autumn closes in, I find warmth curled
into the sun-soaked skin of your neck,
blindfolded from a bitter blue morning
we’re the memory of humble corner churches,
opulent intimacy— hindering the day
with an orthodox hunger.
A love that won’t leave us bruised and
I’m full of wonder at how when we taste one
another there’s no decay pushing through;
only the embers of affection burning
in the room, fragrant and full—
two bloodstreams rushing and humming
with an innocence
as if we never plucked the fruit.
The Arrogant Writer
For the sixth time this month,
The hopeless romantic opened a pearly white letter,
Hoping for something
That was nothing short of a miracle.
The instance rolled over, storm-like,
and he was standing at the bow,
Seeing for the umpteenth time a mirage,
Of an glassy welcome, a returned wave.
Something gestured back at him,
And the mist broke quickly,
For it was something, and then nothing.
Encased in flat, lifeless water.
He would put down his pen
That he used to steer the sails
Of a ship he knew was great.
Not because it was something,
But because it was not nothing.
The hopeless romantic still sits alone.
His pen remains unopened,
The direction of his sails hasn’t wavered,
Because he feels not the need to check their design.
I wonder if he thinks the blood on Achilles’ heel tastes sweet.
Man of the Year
Does it hurt much to know that you have invoked a pain
Deeper than the abyss that lays between
Your hand and mine
Beneath a moonlight that is now
to wake up without the sharp intake
of our memories
is a generous gift from the world.
but i no longer sink back into the duvet
wondering when i would stop being winded
i simply rise
and thank the world for its generosity.
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