Sounding From the Trumpets of Heaven
by Alexis Faulkner
Blonde rascal provokes louder horns
Sounding towards skyways
Hiding
Certain shrouded
Mystery only for
Speckled so many humans across global
Awareness spreading
You know, like the fire spreading
Possess heart, do you?
Possess fear, do you?
Hunger for wealth
Depth
Earth’s center
Sinking center depth
Holds a lot, parking lot of ammunition
Blonde rascal
Sounding off the trumpet of heaven
Golden horns
Light enough brightens
Instruments speak for
Who
Power corrupting nearest stars
From
Angels
Black angels
Angels holy to
Harness magical projection
Of what a blessing looks like on your mind
winter
by Douglas Slayton
sad songs
squealed across the highway
flowers on either side of a tunnel
a weekend every year
i am still picking pieces
of you out of my clothes
so it never really ends
winter
by Douglas Slayton
sad songs
squealed across the highway
flowers on either side of a tunnel
a weekend every year
i am still picking pieces
of you out of my clothes
so it never really ends
Alexis Faulkner is Unicorn Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.
Doug Slayton is Professor Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.
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