Art & poetry from the November 2023 issue!
Richland Lights / E
Andrea Ferrero once told me that she loves my energy!
By Samuel Alcantar
I want you to play
the guitar for me again.
What an unforgettable sight:
a serenade at the windows
of my soul. I want the sound
your mind makes
to resonate through me
through chords at 120
heartbeats per minute.
Hearing sweet melodies,
precisely crafted with your two
lips and unconventional
strumming patterns.
Rock-and-rolled
with tongue and wrist.
When you play a song,
you close your eyes
and smile.
What do you see?
Do you see dancing
colors on your eyelids
the way Remy does
when he eats
cheese and strawberries?
Or better yet,
do you witness
the birth of the universe
for the infinitieth time?
Whatever it may be, I hope I emit
even the slightest glow
in your memory.
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Constance Rescue
By Dennis Mahagin
Some call me Sister, and I’m rarely afraid
of what? God. Where are we off to, Lee?
The Bowery? Get us past this
air raid. Open Tracheotomy. Start an IV.
At break of day, who thinks of eternity?
Liam takes the call. Turns the wheel. Hums some Depeche Mode. Hope to God
it’s not a suicide.
No hearse, only nine one one.
We lope past avenues, Park Slope, a Doberman playing fetch.
The wrecked faces of them at their end, staring
at gates of other lives
and no more time to spend.
No more. Period. A boy falls from a tree,
no parallel universe, no alternate reality.
Try explaining to his mom. Sometime, scratch.
No, I shouldn’t, and still can’t. Oh, Liam, not another OD.
Stop the truck. I’ll get the latch. Hurry.
Tarot card and playing card sketches from the November issue of Tumbleweird / Liam Bray
boredom’s creation
By celeste sylvester
accept my soul like nature’s breath
accept my love with like the wind’s kiss
accept my heart like a cloud’s descend
accept my hope like
a heart pounds
a brain beats
my sobriety from you
i ascend from the heavens, bringing with me a storm i step onto the ocean floor
my hair above my head it floats
i exist within the nature i created
swept away by a tidal wave
i morph into the sea to save myself
my lungs accept the inevitable
and i sink into recreation