Shontay Luna

Surprised Septolet

  I
stomped inside
too loud, too quick.

She screamed,
startled
out of her slumber.

Doors Diamante 

The Doors
wild, dark
refreshing, probing, satisfying.
Unique, theatrical (respect, reverence)
glorifying, worshiping, adoring
illustrious, eminent,
legends.

In sleep

  In sleep’s dimmest
darkness,
it is there.
The figure stands in
the open closet,
not moving.
And she barely
sees shadow
and still silhouette
and in her room.
Until she realizes
it’s only
the mischievous
night.

Faces 

 Faces in the folds
of a curtain in
the afternoon sun.
In fleeting shadows
behind vibrant
light bulbs.
In vision specks
after sudden sneezing,
in opening of the eyes during
night’s reign.
And,
in my heavily medicated
presence,
the faces are
everywhere.

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Sweet,
the sweetest sound
ever made.
The whisper from 
your lips,
calling my name.
Never in the world,
has there ever been,
a sound so 
sweet.

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Shontay Luna is a lifelong Chicagoan who studied Poetry at Columbia College before finishing her studies elsewhere. She’s most recently published in Anti-Heroine Chic, Rigorous and The Daily Drunk. Her books include Reflections of a Project Girl and Recollections & Dreams.

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My sister and I grew up on all things camp – TV, film and even some music. We watched the funniest shows like Gilligan’s Island and Batman. It was hilarious getting animated, emulating an exaggerated karate chop through an imaginary smoke trail or holding Vick’s up to our eyes, so the vapor made us cry fake tears. 

I am yearning for carefree, childhood trips with the family, watching monarch butterflies flitter around on the mountain hills. The current plot twist in our lives makes me ache for pure, unadulterated silly joy. Thanks, Covid-19.

It’s time for some birdsong and chill.

Searching

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Terry Susi

with unabashed intent
i go forward
towards my end game

smile more, bitch say they
who have no ambition
or who settle for a simple existence

it’s more than just survival
thriving in an unmoved world
takes focused energy and effort

getting what i want
presents a good look
showing it in my stride

living by my design
guarantees me joy
and confidence

who doesn’t want a life like that?

Hidden Talents

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The best of you is waiting for your decision.
Offer it for public consumption
or stifle it to appease fear?

What are you saving your best for?
Is there a prize for coming in last?
Is defeat gonna be your trademark?

Let you shine!
Tell yourself fear is the hint that your offering needs an audience.
Embrace the challenge!

Throw yourself up against life and stick the landing!
Hold on for the applause,
and keep riding till you can’t ride no more.

Three Little Words

Don’t say

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but rather…

soothe an ache
hold my hand
watch me sleep
rub my back
make me laugh
be with me
talk to me
play with me
dry my tears
keep me warm
listen to me
don’t be arrogant
kiss my lips
really know me
get me soup
touch without expectation
ease my sorrow
hug my soul
cry with me
dance with me
please be vulnerable
make eye contact
forgive my failings
care for yourself
sex me right
cook us dinner
walk with me
don’t lie, ever
read to me
hold me close
silence my demons
reach into me
never leave me

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The hustle and bustle around me, a layer I observe but don’t hear.

Isolated from the bubbles of others trying to assimilate.

There goes my gently bouncing head, the shoulders follow in synchronicity to the rhythm of the music.

I settle into the warm pocket of my own construct, this created isolation.

Smooth vibes.
Smiles.
Ease.

Swaying in this soothing world of the melodies touching my soul.

Moving slowly through this lyrical liquid.

If only I didn’t ever have to put my phone on Airplane Mode.