“Another Dance” by L. K. Thayer


at some point the tantrum of the current will take you under,
with no mercy at it’s fingertips, at dawn or early dusk,
through murky waves of dark blue satin, under rocks and across wood adrift.
the current will capture and have it’s way with you
leave you powerless in it’s suffocating grip
a thief of the air you are gasping for

no one sails these waters
yet they yearn for a space to tie their knot
stingrays hover over bottom feeders
eager for a taste of the weary
the tides tease the sand
and sing it a lullaby

before the moon decides that it’s full
may I have another dance?

L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish

© 2010

Hart Crane


“And I have been able to give freedom and life which was acknowledged in the ecstasy of walking hand in hand across the most beautiful bridge of the world, the cables enclosing us and pulling us upward in such a dance
as I have never walked and never can walk with another.”

Hart Crane

(Thank you Justin)

“Maze Of My Madness; Muse Of Music” by Judi Kaufman

I used to dance around
my living room,
no rules, hop scotching my hat.
I left to make
my own ground meat
and polka-dot trench coat music.

Where I would dance
around the room,
fall in love with words and love notes,
set my dreams
to the two step,
high kick and cancer.

When I walk
through a storm
I would hold my head high,
I never walk alone,
in dancing over boxes
to run fast down the Hollywood alleys.

Down the boulevard
I catch a glimpse
of the carousel.
Lots of traffic
in my musical brain,

comedies running wild.

Judi Kaufman

Photo by L. K. Thayer

Edit by Mitch Hicks – U.K.

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© 2010

“A Slice Of Orange, A Time For Juice” by Stephen Kalinich

Stevie Kalinich - Photo by Jill Jarrett

“Wisdom comes in small doses
nothing is forgotten
each memory is forever
each dance
a testament
that we still are life
with all its challenges and pitfalls..
Only the striving must cease
and we must become quiet
for the true self to emerge
through the chaos and perplexity.

Under the rock
there is a diamond
we have to polish it
and the diamond is us
each unique
when we find our own voice
it reveals itself to us
forward happens
we can not stop it…
dominion is our birthright..
all is only as real
as we make it
the thoughts we give power to
can shape and sculpt our lives.
Blaming is a street not to travel.
Let those
who have wronged us go
and let our resentment go too.

Songs of the self pour out of us
when our hearts sing
all is in the way
the notes are brought to life
and sound.
Now it is time for breakfast.
For a slice of Orange
A Time for juice…

Stephen Kalinich

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“ATOM & EVE” by Anne Norda

Dance with me.
Fold me over in the swirling cape
of your ocean’s breath. Cast me
beneath the coral shores of your
luscious hungry eyes.

Hurl me – spinning like a topsy-turvy toy –
limpid, ragged, splayed against your
crimson crashing reef, crushed upon your
lovely lyric shores.

Oh, send me to the moon,
to the moon, in a torrent of
churning, burning ribs and joints,
limbs and hips and bones and fingers,
spine, bending at the molten core,
backwards beneath our floating toes.

Elbows, held in ceremonial convulsions,
fanning the flames of our communion,
flapping our wings in ancient ritual,
archetypally eroding into a frenzied
celebration, a frenetic flight beyond libido,
a statement of eternal yesterday, unassailable,
unrepentant, anxiously awaiting the dawn.

Your periwinkle eyes, your petrified
thighs, all deceive me and weave me
further in my wastrel’s cave where
in an instant, I find my self: Venus,
Isis, Hera, Eve… Helen of Troy,
slaying every heart, calling
every sword to arms, to my arms,
to my waiting arms, drenched
in a tiger’s balm of instant amnesia.
And I spin and I spin and I spin
in an ever closing spiral,
pointing to the sun.

Like a crazy whirling Dervish,
in an endlessly twirling world,
I surrender. I’m a ballerina bauble,
wrapped up in your electric tango arms.

Photo & Poem by Anne Norda

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