The Sorrow (Le Chagrin)

It will linger for a while
Like distant talk does

It will fade gradually
Like my memory of your touch

It will settle eventually
Like the tears that dried

For now it aches
One hundred razor-sharp pins in my heart

Written by Kate Bergdorf

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Still Life

Still Life

Everyday you pose,
stripped, clothed,
identifying, mystifying
you submit to the exposure,
resenting attempts to iconify your soul.
Now just a static blur stamped out of nature,
Abused blues dyed in your melancholy.
Try to add colour to your desaturated self,
It’s only a matter of time
before you fade into someone else.
Just a matter of life-forming into a lost cause.
Step out the lines you’ve been drawing,
And away from a mesmerizing paralysis;
Becoming your own canvas,
Reaching outside your frame,
Still-life is worth it.

Written by Artistik Oluja

teleport

teleport

a touch is a click
a digital request for travel
aboard the metaverse transit

imagine the sound of the teleport
like that of the speeding force of a bird
like that of a passing jet

then, for a moment
suspended transition in between
this place and the other

then, landing
hesitantly emerging out of a puffy red cloud
shaking off the color like a wet dog

Written by Kate Bergdorf