Archive for ‘November, 2015’

Featured: In the Hush of the Night

Two pebbled knee caps

Tented by quilted cotton.

An outstretched forearm,

With five freckles, two scabs, one scar.

Shadows of perched lips mark the stucco wall

As the light from the chandelier radiates a citrusy-yellow.

Sea-foam irises,

Onyx pupils,

Flicker and dip as they follow the orbs on the screen.

Bits of torn skin

And gnawed-down nails

Scratch across my hands,

Mapping out my fingerprints.

Curls of hair twitch under the puff of the ceiling fan

And across alabaster skin,

Stretched taught by a sinewy chest.

Exhale of exhaust,

Then the inhale of slumber.



IMG_5317My name is India …

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Featured: Matriphagy

A mirror is meaningless to the black-lace-weaver,

for she might as well be her own reflection.

Spider lady with neither past to remember

nor future to regret.

The ultimate unexamined life,

yet she lives it on her own woven silk

calling forth her hungry spiderlings,

goading them by plucking silver strings,

playing her own dirge till her brood is roused,

and a shroud of a hundred devours her.

She who never really was, never really dies

for she segues into the next generation

and is exuded through their spinnerets

as  liquid silk drying in air.

And they in turn play …

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Featured: At Sea

The weather will be
grey and weary as an old sailor
sweeping the decks of complaint.
That weather kicking up fangs
white as Jack London’s seadogs
steers a ship heavy with allusion
to the whaling grounds
off the Galapagos where the old bull
sank the Ann Alexander inspiring Melville
to seize his pen from among the wrecked spars.
How the ambergris of his imagination
raged from the Grand Banks to the Azores.
where Queequeg posed with a harpoon
and Starbuck cautioned
against the fearless man
who endangers us all


photo2--joanJoan Colby has published widely in journals such as Poetry, …

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