Extracts from Issue XI



The Insect Wolf Howl Defiance

Abandon Dreams, Lost Souls

    The Flame Dream

 

The Insect Wolf Howl Defiance

From the throat of the living, breathing night
an insect utterance rose from beneath
quivering rock

splashed with starry light.

The insect shivers beneath flaking carapace
strains against the rock, its sky,
knows not what lies beyond.

To the maw of night I scream
a wolf-oath to the dusk that lingers
till the dawn smear the sky,
I cry for every wretched soul

splashed with dancing starry light.
Lunar blood runs through these veins

I worship false idols and seethe the sound
of a creator who turned its back and fled
like a child king bored with bauble toy

- Discarded we drift.

The insect lifts mandibles and sinks them into mother loam
bites deep, bites hard - longs for purchase
and heaves, strains against that rock of lies.

I curse the prophets of the one great betrayer
I beat my lycanthropic heart beneath a glistening moon and curse
this vengeful wrathful god, expose
those skeletal promises.
Though it might damn me,
curse me:
So that my stomach explode with volcanic fury
the glands in my neck throb like my fists,
still I go on, still I howl into the night of fury
abandoned to my call;

Here, this rock, bound to earth
to run amok and heal the wounds
so that Mankind might raise itself
from the squalor of these worthless tomes
unfold the worlds within, without
these props.

Dave Migman




Abandon Dreams, Lost Souls

An aura of mystery surrounds her beauty; deep
and dark is her majestic kingdom. For she is
the creator of life eternal - a never-ending story.

Ancient gods embrace tomorrow's world, for the
prophecy spells infinite gloom, within the cradle
of an infant's womb.

Welcome to the end of your life - nothing will be
all and the same in heaven, as in death. For no
sympathy shall be gained, when our songs echo
over mountains and sea.

Brightest white the night shines above the haunted
waters this evening; end of the innocence, a place
between sleep and wake - awaits our darkest dreams.

A poet cries to the telling of pleasures wished for love.
Close your eyes and feel the ocean where passion lies
silently and the senses lay abandonment to all our
defences.

Here I will die for the love of seduction; disgraced
is my virginity, for I dare myself to enter into your
ecstasy - unending is the masquerade that awaits,

Blood red are the waters - hail to the Ocean-born!
Masters of the sea; dolphins swim, glade and dive,
and sing sweet music, which brings saddened tears
to an angel's eye.

George MacKinnon

The Flame-dream

These years of light -
hallucinating in God -
the dream more real than eyes!

& it is
passionate in glass -
the stained light that pinks
the discipline of stone:

this is
the level & the structure of the Cross
that spans my mind
with its scaffolding
of forever & light & now:

& I am
imbued with the idea of a flame -
the flame-dream -
as I move into the arched nebula of sunrise -
lit by the filament of prophecy:

this is
the flame-dream
that leads me
into a sun broken by tears
in the hollow of my mind:

& I step
over the threshold
into the empty stone & flame -
the unilateral beauty
of Eternity

A A Marcoff