Forest Scene, by Narcisse Diaz de la Peña

Chapter 1: Hellocinations

In her woman's world, a virtual wombniverse; her vultcherish watchers wild in their flickering half-dreams of fleshy lust and crimson joy. A creature of sharp eyes, sharp soul, tender heart, marooned blood and amber eyes in each uncertain twilight. A seed ungrown, unbeautiful, in sullen soils and under an uncaring sun. Glowing luxen threads missing warmth, as they tremble aghast in cold light and deaf, dumb darkness

Chapter 2: Axylem

Rickety roofs trembled tritely on those rainy days as the men within bickered blithely. You were different then, diffident and remorse fueled. Your forest burns, greens outside disappearing into greens within. Ganesha's tri-leaved twigs afern in your garden of uncaring love, death, and rebirth. Your mind, moving to bare needs and prescient primality, like the grove throne you grovel in; and I know you will live in this wooden axylem forever, pleated in the rings of this unrhymed phloem.

Chapter 3: Freudian Trip

Apropos I propose with haut pourpose, in a jumble of half-words and naked sin. Bleeding Fay's blessed face seeping from a red heart read rong - pale fire glinting; throned there in their Lilith lilies, then in through their glaucous flaring petals. The arrow of my time points to you, my arrow sublime points through - touching naked skin with sceptres of waked sin - as tepid diamond dimples erupt, floating in a fluentsea.

Chapter 4: : Nounsense / Pagalpankti

Music of a sullen, druggish darkness. Harken heavy hearths trembling into menmeant turns of rippling riverrun pools. We watch once sibilant twice tragic thrice treacherous fours of natures' far heaved flights of fansix; say one won feighted asinine lives too tense ill livin' to evolve.

January 30, 2025




Further considerations

[poetry]

good people on both sides, and running fingers through your hair, thin as feathers

By Kathleen Hellen

My dear trees, I no longer recognize you // The storm puts its mouth to the house

[poetry]

Pray at the Altar of Delusion and Haiku Suite on the Nine Muses

By Disha Rajasekar

Look upon the simple life tinged by shades of emotions, all // of it a facade to entertain one’s own delusions.

[poetry]

Someone Else's Grief and Job Before the Job

By Ace Boggess

I’ve never walked in driving rain // as she does now, the noise so sudden & // vast as to become its own silence.

[poetry]

Blame the Lighter and Decoupage

By Zoe Nace

My left ear thrums every time my heart beats