QUOTE

“And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.” 

― Libba Bray

KiSS

The thought of a kiss

The feeling right before the kiss

The ‘Oh my God it’s about to happen’ moment

The electricity,

The brush of the lips

The pull as you bring me in to completely lose the world around us,

That timeless kiss

Filling my heart of joy and happiness.

A kiss that melt my moment.

A kiss my love, just a kiss.

-Christopher T.A.

-Photo: Ekaterina Prozheyko

POLONIUS

"Brevity is the soul of wit"

The Park

Because anyone sitting still attracts desire,   

Even this will not be given you, the park   

In June, the silence of a bench at eleven o’clock   

On a Monday morning, or four on a Thursday afternoon.   

Someone will drift toward you, unattached   

And lonely. The spell will be broken, the wrong word said.   

It is cool, but there is no death in the few token leaves   

That must have come down last night, in the rain that freshened,   

The tree-smell that remains. For this season there is no name,   

Not summer, and none of the months of the year—   

A something inside you. Search your mind   

For the green arboriferous Word the boys and girls swing out of   

Like a tree, and the lovers   

On the grass in tantric mode, in an ecstasy   

Of untouching, and the human buddhas, legs infolded, reading.   

Branches, sheer translucent leaves—   

You would die to get under them forever, if it were given you,   

The park, on this, a day like any other day,   

And not the knowledge of everyone ever met   

Who will come upon you, sooner or later,   

If only you stay here. No, not people, or the walkways   

Made in another century, or the murmur of the great city   

Everywhere in the distance, but this breathing-space   

Where the void no longer terrible   

But to be relaxed in, the depressions   

Which anyway here are mild, incoming from the west,   

Slow-acting, chronic, lifelong not acute

Are there to be sat through, waited out   

On a damp bench, as a man sweeps up around you   

And the sun comes out in real time, stealing over the ground

-Harry Clifton

Dream

"Only as high as I reach can I grow

Only as far as I seek can I go

Only as deep as I look can I see

Only as much as I dream can I be"

                                                -Karen Ravn

Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

Weep, and you weep alone.

For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,

But has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer,

Sigh, it is lost on the air.

The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;

Grieve, and they turn and go.

They want full measure of all your pleasure,

But they do not need your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many;

Be sad, and you lose them all.

There are none to decline your nectared wine,

But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;

Fast, and the world goes by.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live,

But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

For a long and lordly train,

But one by one we must all file on

Through the narrow aisles of pain.

-Ella Wheeler Wilcox