Hey Folks! Here is a great chance to submit your works to Windhover and feature in the NC State’s only literary & arts magazine! We are glad to see the response & have received some great artworks so far.. & Upon numerous requests, we have decided to extend the deadline for submissions until January 20th,2015!
Submissions Accepted : Prose,Poetry,Artworks,Audio & Video.
Revised Deadline : 20th. January. 2015
Please send your work to firstname.lastname@example.org!
The deadline for submissions has been extended to January 17th! Feel free to email your creative work to email@example.com Poetry, prose, short stories, music, and artwork are all welcome!
I wonder if Jesus appears to men who have affairs
I wonder if they realize that it’s his fault and not theirs
I wonder if he came that night
we sat awake on the stairs
I wonder if he could taste
my mother’s tears
and if superheroes fight for kids
the way child services fights for kids
I wonder if Batman could hold families together
with the same strength that my mother did
I wonder if babies have healing powers
when the world is shit
and when they shit themselves
there is always enough love to change them
and give them a chance to do it again.
Come gentle mistress
undress with your gentleness and impress your memory
on my mattress
awake in broad midnight
asleep in silence of sunlight
knees meet floor and pray
bare feet meet coal and stay
this sunbaked asphalt, this dreamer’s road
walk with me, let tar settle between our toes
and let God be inhaled through our nose
and let life reek from our clothes
drown in the maybes the yeses and the nos
suffocate with first goodbyes and last hellos
feel the sting from the pitch fork
and the burden of halos
be a sinner like me
be saved and damned and saved again
or idle hands?
When we lay down to sleep, where blinded within.
Become blinded with me
guided by the insanity
that we could only plan to be
lie to me, lie with me
sleep as I lie awake
sleep as our bodies ache
yours from satisfaction
mine from insatiable lust
sleep and let your sleep be enough, for us
because I am a zombie
I am a vampire
I am, tired.
Come with me
come here when I beckon
be good to me
Now-a-days it seems like green can’t get you too far.
And like Kermit The Frog used to sing,“It ain’t easy being green”
Sometimes I think, it’s kinda hard living this American Dream
Green is the color any man can choose to hate
Green is black
Green is brown
Green is red, yellow, or white
where one man’s war
becomes another man’s fight
Continue reading Green by Jonathan Sanyer