Kellay Briggs is a novice queer poet and writer, who is enjoying sharing her work with the world for the first time. She currently lives in Portland, OR with her cat and puppy. You can follow her on Instagram @kellaybriggs Unladylike Things Bring forth to me tragic circumstances Secrets, you’ve never told Lies, you would like sold I shall take them within my undercarriage Your shattered window Your tattered screen We shall be vulnerable sea creatures We will be slippery as eels Intimacy is more than just an embrace But the water in your eyes Wants to envelop the fire in mine Air, we breathe Water, we be Fire, we feel Earth, we need Ungrounded Unsteady Lift me upon countertops I wrap limbs around your frame I draw you in The fire has gone between legs The water has run onto your tongue Whisper soft winds across my mouth Slip delicate hands to delicate places Do unladylike things in ladylike places Unfettered Untouched Unbothered There’s the on rush Wake up a tired, crippled crow Wishing I had swallowed your pearl Grief Be patient with me Though I am grieving I grieve through the rings given to me by important people This is including myself I grieve through the promises of better lives Sworn to me by many a lover A person A liar A friend A dream unspoken I have walked through many closed doors Through walls of solid oak Windows of painted glass I have held your hand in mine You have asked me to stay behind I have been witness to your cravings I am burned by your hearty lust I am licked by the flames of it’s fire I am wanton to the tinders left In the irises of your eyes I do not pray for salvation Though the confession comes later I feel devil's teeth gnawing on my right temporal lobe Pride Inside me lies waves Waves of desire Though our eyes have barely met Waves of caution Through the words we have not spoken Crashing and powerful Draw me into your ocean with one foul swoop Carry me to your nest As if I am the prey you have been circling Nurture me, care for me Like I am a hungry baby bird Within these walls, I shall know of your angels I shall experience release A pent up mass of anxiety and nerves Nerves, touch, feeling, sensation Desire, is actually the word I search for It has been missing for sometime I have searched through forests of false connection Bridges of crumbling promises Prowl me like a lion Kiss me like a proud king’s hand Lick me like a warrior’s wound Make me one with your pride Swallow me whole like the antelope Leave nothing for the hungry scavengers Consume me I am the nourishment you need to devour We have prowled the same pride lands by day Yet, we meet in the dark of the new moon Warm Limbs, Tangled Hair The morning is romantic
It's meant for you We are warm limbs Embraced in tangled hair Gentle eyes and face strokes The afternoon is bittersweet Remembering the past Wishing you were next to me once more Aching to be touched by your hands The evening is delightfully painful Full of grazing teeth Fistful of sheets Cries of ecstasy You are the time and place You have magic flowing through your veins It seeps between your legs And I come the thirstiest beggar Dying to have just a taste
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Clemencio Montecillo Bascar was a former Professor and Vice President for Corporate Affairs of the Western Mindanao State University. He is a recepient of various local, regional, and national awards in songwriting, playwriting, poetry, and public service. Several of his poems had been published in international literary magazines and journals such as, Foliate Oak, BRICKrhetoric, About Place, Torrid Literature, Mused-theBellaOnline Lietrary Review, and The Voices Project. He had written and published by the Western Mindanao State University two books of poetry, namely; "Fragments of the Eucharist" and "Riots of Convictions." In the Philippines, some of his poems appeared in the such magazines as Women's, MOD, and Chick. At present, he writes a column in the Zamboanga Today daily newspaper and resides at 659 Gemini Street, Tumaga, Zamboanga City, Philippines. He is married to the former Miss Melinda Climaco dela Cruz and blest with three children, Jane, Lynnette, and Timothy James. Bridge of Fire this CROwd is swallowing
me alive. it's my first encounter with PRESENce; as rip van winkle in a nightmare. bucKETS of garbage; host of mutants raised in coconut venigar; peddlers of tombs and coffins; rainbow in the mud; everyone's bridge HOMEward. CRoss-eyed cat chewing a cockroach behind a log; ants stage a protest march for stealing their catch; In a NEWly replenished pond the FRogs begin their fertility DANce; it's mid-MORNING along the the equaTOR. i doubt if there's still sunrise to expect with the explosion of tyrants in the vineyard of my grandfather; i did not notice anyone drinking wine until the last branch was devoured by a wild fire lit by a crippled ant; but who cares? tomorrow there will be no one left crawling on this molten rock. Irtika Kazi is a poet from Pune, India. Her poem A Call from the Alpines was published in YuGen literary magazine in July 2017. Some of her poems have been selected to be published in The Indian Literature Magazine of Sahitya Akademi. Her poems were published in The Metaworker, an online literary magazine for millennials in March 2018. Her poem A hope to bloom was featured in Duane Vorhees’s poetry blog. The Odyssey was exhibited in the Museum of Goa for a poetry exhibit. A Call from the Alpines and A hope to bloom were published in the Brown Girl magazine of Houston, Texas in September 2017. Some of her poems were published on Spillwords Press. Further to that, her poem Sunrise was published in the anthology ‘Fragrance of Asia’, an Anthology by Asian poets, in January 2018. The tale of Sulasa’s courage – A mythological poem was published in the Contemporary Literary Review India journal in February 2018. Her work has been selected for publishing in The Literary Hatchet print magazine in April 2018. She has performed her poems in open mics and events like The Pune heritage festival 2018, Women Writer’s Fest by Shethepeople etc. Link of the interview - http://www.thesuccessmagazine.co.in/2018/02/reading-is-essential-practice-interview-irtikakazi.html?showComment=1519797648077#c8202478105051341627 Instagram – irtika.kazi Email – irtika.kazi@gmail.com Icarus and the Ugarit Eclipse Icarus was warned by Daedalus of Complacency and incessant pride; He was apprised of flying too high, towards the Sun And plummeting into Water, lest his wings melt and burn— wax, and a father's love. But like me he wasn't faithful to the hands That crafted his wings, the strings that held him above heartache’s gargoyles. Instead, I yearned for love that was darker than the Ugarit Eclipse, Longer than two minutes and seven seconds of darkness. Icarus, now in Baroque and Gothic artwork symbolizes hubris. And every time I see you, I think of Icarus who flew too close to the sun. Four Tea cups |
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