National Poetry Month, Day 6 | Suan Lin & Vinitha Dileep

April 6, 2021

Photo by Suan Lin

The Light & You
by Vinitha Dileep

Let the light not burn you,
but touch you gently,
nudge you along the right path,
carry you forward to your destination
don't you turn away now!
let the light shine for you
and show you the road ahead.

the glimmering stars, 
the luminous moon,
the radiant sun, and
you;
the one you blessed with many dazzling sources
let the light shine for you
while you carve the path ahead
don't you turn away now
let the light shine on you
until you become the glowing star
shining brightly and sparkling gracefully!

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Connect

See more of film photographer Suan Lin’s work on her Instagram.

Read more writer Vinitha Dileep’s work on her website, (also this one), on Twitter, on Instagram, Facebook, and Medium..

National Poetry Month, Day 5 | Martí Blesa & Melanie Faith

April 5, 2021

Photo by Martí Blesa

Within Reach
by Melanie Faith

It is, indeed,
something

good to be
one and small

of many who are
one and small.

It is, indeed,
filled

with gray
potential,

elemental
to advance

in ordinary sandals
against cement.

More and more
rectangles

await our future.
Stacked lenses

mirrored,
So when we wave—

that pleasant
pain bloomed

there in the back
of the neck—

we wave back
looking up.

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Connect

See more of film photographer Martí Blesa’s work on his Instagram.

Read more writer Melanie Faith’s work on her website, on Twitter, and on Instagram.

National Poetry Month, Day 4 | Ruby Berry & Science Duuuude

April 4, 2021

Photo by Ruby Berry

Lost in Space . . . . .
by Science Duuuude

The last tenuous ties to home
stretch and snap in the airless ink of space.
Hand prints fade on the cold glass
membrane separating life from emptiness.
Space is not empty… I say to no one.
It is full to the brim… my emptiness smiles.

Before me blooms a nebula riotous with colors
Like an unruly English garden.
Radiation spilling out like scents in all directions.
Ashes to ashes… dust to dust.
New stars glimmer from the compost of old stars.
Their afterbirth spilling out… messy with life.

I inhabit my ship like a conscience.
Arguing with myself as the metal shell moves through crowds
of atoms… particles… dust… etching their impacts on my skin.
I calculate the duration of my toughness and integrity,
steer my path and titrate my interactions
so I may last the duration of the voyage.

There… a quiet, dark corner of the newly dubbed Pig Nebula.
Like the fertile dank under a log or rock.
Sheltered by distance or chance from the bright blast of giants
And their angry sterilizing exhalations.
A small yellow star still wrapped in an obscuring placenta of dust
My ship’s a steel spore, embeds within the dust… and waits…

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Connect

See more of film photographer Ruby Berry’s work on her Instagram and her website.

Read more writer Science Duuuude’s work on Twitter, and on Medium.