Anthology Tuesday: Charity – Georgia Park

I drag in bits of Autumn on my boots tracking them all over the summer barbecue and trash my winter jacket, clinging by its tag to their mantel   how could I not offer to babysit for the mother of four who finally has a date but doesn’t think she can make it? even across…

Founding Fathers (Final Excerpt)

? I am out. This little game Vic and Syd have concocted, in which we terrorize people and weaponize pigmentation, is not something I’m willing to partake in any longer. At least, that’s what I assure myself approaching the turn from the Boulevard onto Lord Street, my car groaning every step of the way. Come…

Common Mistake

I’ll admit forgetting today was my day to prove the world wrong, and I showed up wearing the wrong uniform, slave wage smocks and shoes I’ve rarely worn, mismatched to the nines and I don’t even start until nine o’clock. It’s almost seven, I got two hours to kill so I’ll sit here and watch…

Daybreak

Originally posted on Dances with Tricksters:
Illuminations of lapis lazuli skies and dragon-green eyes, your hair pennants of glory, fire raging to a standstill. You offer me the lily of the valley in a gown of suffering, braced against the world as you sacrifice self for selfhood. You were the first to cast down the…

[190] The Answer

Originally posted on Smoke words every day.:
Trying to find the truth in monotony To watch the facades makes mistakes To watch the patterns reveal itself I wait till chaos turns to beauty till the devil starts grinning with its details Fleeting moments don’t capture the essence of a moment so strange It doesn’t capture…

Speed

Originally posted on Charlies Blog:
Drive to work, Average car, average speed, Watch fuel, watch speed, Turn on news, Trump tweets, Putin, Brexit, Turn off news, Arrive, same destination, same time, ish, ? Leave car, start on foot, want to laugh at something funny I heard the other day, can’t would look mental, Smiling now,…

And I can stop spinning

Originally posted on An anonymous collective of poetry:
Maybe all I ever needed was several votes of confidence, for the board committee to give me some yeses, to plunge a syringe of meaning daily into each wrist maybe this next great thing will be my last

Not Changed, But Different

Originally posted on DeveReaux’s Newfound Words :
You fill up my lines like blood in my veins And I never want to be alone again Making me see the colors I never know existed I take your hands and my spirits are lifted Sometimes I feel deathly insecure Barely enough height to see over the…

Cleansed – The Mush from the Hill

I look Up at the sky wanting to jump in Astral project Into the clear blue ocean above me Head first The cooling breeze soothes my soul I float In the currents of air, surfing with Sylphs On high My body is washed of all earthly grime I’m cleansed My head clears from life’s stress…

Hope – Olga Tschaja

Olga is a photographer based in Bonn, Germany, and one of Nicholas’ friends. We are incredibly pleased to showcase her amazing work behind the camera, and bring a new art medium into the FVR portfolio.