So happy to see this gorgeous literary journal arrive in the mail today from New Plains Review! I’ve got two pieces in it, “cactus” and “vines” – you can get a copy today from Amazon! ORDER HERE ISBN 9781737199205
astoria
inside (3)
i’m no movie,
i’m no way forward.
i’m staring up for as long as my back
and my wild legs
will let me.
inside (2)
the blue dreams of the way out pushing
deeper and deeper against the dreams of the way in
the altruistic breeze and the scrubbed particulate
that fill the bedroom
inside (1)
staring up,
made of money
staring up,
a rift of consequences and decisions
Sunday Funnies!
In the tradition of the great Sunday Morning Funny Papers, Sunshine and Wind is proud to present an abstract cartoon.
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Classic one panel action happening here. Best caption gets a free sticker!
How it’s going: trips (5)
set vertical against the sky
and the cries of YOUR AD HERE
a humid peace is rolling in
this particular formation
is as natural as the wind
gaze the same way to get a glimpse
How it’s going: trips (4)
but behind my thumb is the world gone mad
i return to center and look towards the horizon
for birds of plenty, birds of war, and birds of
restitution
How it’s going: trips (3)
where
do you want to go? ask
the toy planes in the window, the suits
of the travel agents ballet on their backs
to the music behind the
closed door. i’ve been told it’s a dying
industry but for now it’s me that’s trying
not to capture my reflection
in the window
in my photo
How it’s going: trips (2)
time and space fold in and out
breathe
like an accordion
i’m part of the problem
keeping my fingers
pushed against the knob
How it’s going: trips (1)
what will it be this time?
will i fall
will i be pulled
or maybe massaged through,
guided, my make believes
parted,
sub-equal
Sunshine and Wind 