Bats In the Attic
by Bruce McRae
Up in the attic,
nature struggling with the supernatural,
the blood-mad poet writing with chain,
the perfected dust of Alexandria.
Up in the attic
is time gnawing on the electrical cord,
a mouse’s symbol for winter,
a light-beam that’s been wandering for ages.
Where we store the breath-coloured static
and ravaged atoms of tears.
Where we keep last season’s specters,
footprints in time, blood in the footprints,
a rogue angel waiting for nightfall,
her black wing over a moon-ray
slid between the latticed chinks,
whose god is a false morning,
whose god is a love that’s fossilized,
heaven an unmined quarry,
hell like a flood in the basement –
another planet that’s said to exist.
Next door to nowhere. To Babylon.
Up in the attic is a shadow;
or it might have been you in a previous lifetime,
that worried fly not a fly at all
but the voice a cinder is building.
The suggestion of hands.
Bio: Canadian Bruce McRae has had almost 600 publications in the past 12 years. Originally from Niagara Falls, he has
moved extensively, living in London for 18 years andcurrently residing on Salt Spring Island, BC. A musician,
who has recorded and toured, many of his poems have been set to music receiving airplay in the UK, U.S., Canada and
Australia. His first collection, The So-Called Sonnets, published by Silenced Press of Ohio, is available now.
by George Korolog
our flat patina
life on the plane
the moonless sea
whirl in the vortex
break the surface
pleading for wings
drift the high current
how to breathe
scurry from side to side
flattened by the
absence of fascination.
Bio: George Korolog is a member of The Stanford Writers Workshop and his work has appeared in Willows Wept Review, Riverbabble, Earth First, The Right Eyed Deer, Symmetry Pebbles, The Recusant and Contemporary Haibun, among others. When not writing, he is an SVP of a Fortune 500 technology company in San Jose, California. His work will also appear in The Whittaker Prize Anthology to be published in November. The work submitted in this email has not been previously published. Rights for the work belong to George Korolog.
by KD Hazelwood
During the long trip
And your edge of the universe dreams,
You could feel
The tattered tolerance throughout the pages of ages
Of such a sad deliverance,
Of the modern life impossible corner,
Humanity has painted us all into.
You could sense
The premonitions of something
Although gazing into your dog’s eyes, it is abundantly clear,
You listened with your heart,
To the lethargy of saints,
As well as to the urgency of thieves,
While needless, ongoing widows weave,
Their way to the national cemetery.
Step by predestined step,
From cavemen to Google geeks,
From Buddha’s happy belly
To Bible Belt Jesus,
From apples and snakes,
To botched marriages from internet porn,
From the rising sun of a ravishing rainforest,
To the toxic weedkiller sprayed between the cracks
On all the corrupt, concrete jungles of neglect,
With Oil Blood, Diamond Blood,
So far removed from
But, somehow, unbelievably,
Just ....as planned.
We’ve paid, we’ve overpaid.
Summons for the Reward Time,
Pretty to think so,
For the Mandalic Gyre,
You don’t need to tippy-toe.
You can feel the touching of souls,
A spreading, a gathering, a wondering
Open up and ask,
The love star.
It’s not too far.
All the while you hear an exotic
Pied Butcherbird singing…
Broadcasting from an invisible temple…
Because of the butterfly effect.
You might as well dream it,
We’re all of us, part of someone’s dream,
You know who she is..
You are happy,
You are love,
You really can think with your heart,
You live, everyone lives
Beholden to a platform of peace,
Pausing at the Pantheon,
In a paradise of endless possibilities,
Where the flowering of passions,
Render a candlelit heart
Wherever you go,
Overlooking your successful peacock farm,
And all the while
Paganini strums along.
Serenade yourself to the new reality,
As the world wobbles
Its woebegone way home.
Bio: KD Hazelwood is the editor of the litzine you are reading. She recently read at the local Winchester Poets For Change Event (a worldwide movement). Two of her recent poems are archived on their site. Among many other projects,she is busy creating a collection of poetry.