National Poetry Month, Day 3 | Jana Uyeda & Jay Sizemore

April 3, 2021

Jana Uyeda

Jana Uyeda

Whose House is This
~after Vladimir Nabokov
by Jay Sizemore

A ruddy mosaic of scars,
awfulness of love and violets,
the hidden ghost of violence
blurs between wall and diamond.
I am the monster I never intended,
the inverse relationship
of demon and possession.

The animal constructs
its own cage,
we are all just apes
learning this language
of grief, and love, and fang,
drawing the bars
between self and transgression.

For you, I’d kill
a thousand dusk red suns,
I’d drain the spectrum
like blood from a cow,
and live happy and lost
among the monochrome
of the madness I call my home.


Connect

See more of film photographer Jana Uyeda’s work on her Instagram.

Read more writer Jay Sizemore’s work on Twitter, and on his website.

National Poetry Month, Day 2 | Bobby Kulik & Samantha Lazar

April 2, 2021

Photo by Bobby Kulik

Photo by Bobby Kulik

Chalet of Ghosts
by Samantha Lazar

When the raspberries are ripe
That’s how you know the change
Is coming
Heavy on the tongue
Bits of juice, evidence on your chin
Before the rain has time
To wash away
A promise
Made solemn
As your dad’s boots track
Molded mud and swollen red
Swift through the patchwork
Garden, a left turn
Tramples the alfalfa
And out into the rows
Of feed corn, gathering
Supper for the chalet of ghosts


Connect

See more of film photographer Bobby Kulik’s work on his Instagram. and on Picfair.

Read more writer Samantha Lazar’s work and connect with her on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook.

National Poetry Month, Day 1 | Richard Lambert & Eli Snow

April 1, 2021

Photo by Richard Lambert

Photo by Richard Lambert

A Late Night Prayer
by Eli Snow

Birthed by mirrors
you rise
fully formed
from a midnight pond
dripping water
and honeyed sweat
thieving breath
bending knees
with the gravity of your body.

Night king, my Oberon
for you the tide turns,
by your grace
the birds fly far
but never lose track of home.
I lay time at your altar
anointed with my own heart-blood
and in the liquid smoke
of your essence
my offerings turn to gold.


Connect

See more of film photographer Richard Lambert’s work on his Instagram.

Read more writer Eli Snow’s work on Medium, and connect on Twitter and Instagram.