After “Imagine Laid with Ceremony” by Brandon Shimoda from 30 Oct

Whit(h)er

Version 2, By Jennifer K Dick

the particles still to float in the morning bonelets skeletal splinterings, her, my confectionary burns white steeples through dust, whalebones, ribs, carcasses to carry over Charon’s boating to eye-thickened memories

................................portaged together: desire's taffey-lenses' bottlebottom glass like ruby lips drenched through hotel openings peer at her (me) we’re ladder-rungs, echelons steepled in white dust cloud-climbed upon Lethe’s muffling wavelets, limbs, livers, lugged over lugubriations of flower-conversation in a lapsed artefact,

....................................................................artifactual plaster powdered unhemmed lessons restiched between rays revealed atoms' teethlike thieves shaking a thicket of thistles, paled tapestries or palmfronds or hands over mouth over thighs over sighed sightings

.......................overhead ululas, tonsils, larynxes launched into a choral inflammation heard laid with ceremony corralled by her, my, imagination in the seered shift ripped forth and forward float flowing of the raft tile tilt, whirl of, while, world whorled of, particle-splitting

After J. K. Dick’s ENVELOPPE and S. Florian’s FRAGMENT & THE WARDERS OF EVE

Eve’s Poet-Hood
by Robert Savino Oventile

If she sees the instant seizing her
as her breeze-imbibing author
who, by warding her, provokes her
to look away toward a tree anew,

If her ruby-scaled witness
(of coal interior, granted)
suggests, on eating the tree’s fruit,
she will de-dis-resemble said author,

If, in her disarmed sight,
her claustrophobic
partner’s glazed
getaway gaze implores, “Yes,”

And if, simple, sensuous, and passionate,
poetry implies touch torched,
then, in Eve’s ward,
who loves Eve’s poet-hood best?

After ‘Quintan 1’ by Amanda D, 'e lonely c' by Rufo Q, & ‘Extant Towers’ & ‘Enveloppe’ by Jennifer D

subjective correlative
by george vance

withered frogamphibians wined nobody
justlike a wombman
breathed serpentine honey
lasslovers jumbled
spermicidal
crimsonrubybloodorangelic
skeleton
greeneyed
autist floating a usedfruit world

(meddling with apple-reds/rusted skyflavors

dissembling glass

After EYE CONTACT by R.S. Oventile & SORT OF TRUE by Geo Vance

Enveloppe
by Jennifer K Dick

Sight's disarmed
...........................trust
I
....or I'll
................ale in the inked
wind, voiced over
...............................indelible
who in the who's who
or
whodunit of slit-throated
eyes
.........dazed
...................touch torched
alter
........dismantled lean-to
.....................................loan
serpent-throated me wanted
substantial
...................(iated)
de-dis-resembling
towards
my (that) (their)
culprit
...........getaway gaze
...............................glazed
ruby
rubenesqued
coal interior of its milky iris
my
witness(ed) (ing)

After QUINTAN by Amanda Deutch

Extant Towers
by Jennifer K Dick

She tastes like glass
honey serpents
the red tongues of cobalt buds
out the back past
maroon steps
Heated bricks and nightcloth
greygreen white Jouhet sky
lichen or salamanders scaling
ragged walls She tastes
of ropes rugged dripping
mossy undertows off rowboats
scales of palisades
troweled earth, shoulderblade
she in the on the tongue of
afternoons' transparencies
plasticized dawns touching
othersides, whereas, wares
scavanging mirrored shes
to know of taste or tastes of
razorthin rust-colored
iron file-cabinet flavors
filling the mouth her
tipped tongue lead
poison-apple-red scavenging
to crystal

After “fragment 2” by Sandy Florian

Eye Contact


This eye between me and alter ego’s,

Eye contact’s blind moment,

Sight’s organs disarming to learn touch.


By Robert Savino Oventile

After ‘NOT SO FAKE’ by Amanda D

After ‘NOT SO FAKE’ by Amanda D

Sort of true
by george vance

I

every so sudden serpent upon throats
me want to be substance
nearer bodies
walking disas-
sembled
unpartitionedtogether

you