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• scorpio
  by bellmusker

  Today you will dream in Russian and wake with the smell of vanilla.

• the book of blood and snow
  by bellmusker

  She dotted her i’s with little circles. I fucking hate that.

  What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love Fyodor Dostoyevsky

• regeneration
  by bellmusker

  I almost touched someone today / Almost

  One of the blessings of agoraphobia – and yes, there are a few – is that it gifts you with a finely tuned awareness of safe spaces. Watching life pass by my porch was both a tantalising and yet devastating reminder of what I was unable to embrace. I couldn’t leave my house for an appallingly long time, and I’m still dealing with the intimacy that encompasses reconnecting with people. I still have a lot to learn.

• speak earth & bless me
  by bellmusker

  I wanted to wrench a tooth / from your jawbone. / so count your blessings / that I left you intact

  Never be afraid of the cycle turning; a dark spell for Hallowe’en. Tá mé réidh

• Pheromones of Grace
  by lianne

  Where do we find our kinship? / In what genetic commonality – / in blood, in bone / in surname or proximity?

  A few weeks ago, a most dear and valued friend, Jen Whyte, sent me a thought provoking and moving essay on decontaminating our personal “energy fields” and the environment around us by radiating positive rather than negative energy. The article went on to describe this invisible energy as emissions of minute particles called pheromones. We’ve all heard of pheromones in reference to sexual desire, of course, and we probably all have encountered individuals who strongly radiate such pheromones with seemingly no consciousness of their effect. But the author of this essay, Dr. Wayne Dyer, discussed the many other kinds of pheromones with which we can either contaminate our own personal environment and that of others around us, pheromones such as fear or envy, bitterness or resentment, or heal and renew that environment with pheromones of “love, kindness, surrender, peace, connectedness, forgiveness, cheerfulness and gratitude.” That concept has remained clearly in my mind for many weeks now; it has in fact, been instrumental in helping me through a difficult time. But it has also reminded me of the incredible grace I experience in your presence – all of you who have come to mean so very much to me – and in particular the absolute peace and love I have received and return in equal measure to someone who has become the sister I never had – and you know who you are – and the brother who is closer to me than my own – and you know who you are as well. This is for you. [The title of this poem is a phrase from an essay by Dr. Wayne Dyer, entitled, “There’s a Spiritual Solution to Every Problem.”]

• Bloodlust
  by Kristy Lee

  I would dine on it / With the finest cutlery / Smothered in a savoury sauce.

  Thanks to the amazingly talented Mark German / for the shot Bloodlust / which inspired me to fix this old poem up and post it.

• klokken
  by bellmusker

  I have…held a decapitated human head in my hands, sliced neatly in half, and marvelled at the astounding beauty contained within.

  I wrote this piece for a zine in the US. The aim was to write your life story in only a few hundred words, and it was surprising for me to see which of my experiences flowed out of my pen.

• No Easy God
  by lianne

  My easy God of childhood / to whom my simple prayers / were apparently acceptable, / and from whose hand in loving grace / were once so eas…

• She waits no more
  by Kym Breeze

  her lovers blood, kissing the cool steel…eye lowered under her hood

  One possible ending for “She Waits” / Written with the images Damian took earlier this week…And a little help from the man himself…..Thank you… / A role change for us both! http://images-2.redbubble.com/img/art/size:large/view:main/364815-2-elven-respite.jpg!:http://www.redbubble.com/people/damian/art/364815-2-elven-respite

• la vie en rouge
  by Holly Ringland

  scarlet ruby rose blush brazen red ripe magenta cardinal garnet auburn cherry blood ember fire

• IMPALETTE - Canvas is cheap, art is priceless.
  by Brett Foster

  We all have our implements but his preferred utensil is the scalpel. / Perfection is both his nemesis and his pain, and sculpture is his r…

  OMG, I scared myself in so many ways. / / / / / / / -

• Agony
  by PennyEdwardes

  I ran my fingers around it’s jagged rim…my fingers slipped easily inside

  My first attempt at something scary….hope you like!!

• Jane's Song
  by Holly Ringland

  Under stars of flint and milk, she made up stories of boys who stole oceans to colour their eyes and girls who used gardenia petals to pa…

  The thing is, cliches are cliches, because they’re usually true. You don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone. / Make every day count. October is breast cancer awareness month. Whatever you can do, afford or offer, please give: / National Breast Cancer Foundation / Pink Ribbon / McGrath Foundation

• Tough Tender Little Girl Woman
  by mstrace

  I am of an age enough to know that I do this, / maneuver in the world with my fat hot heart

  Pitiful ain’t it…the continuing saga of my bartending firefighter? Why does what we know to be true not have the ability to alter how we feel? I envy truly strong women. Many who know me in real life think that is precisely what I am. What a crock! There is nothing new here. I am most ordinary. I crave the same things most women crave, a partner in life to mark my passing, to hold my existence close to them, to cherish and be cherished. So yeah, last night I lost my hope. No worries, it will return tomorrow if not the next day. But for now, allow me to wallow in the salt.

• ripe
  by bellmusker

  One lick of the darkness / Eyes closed, mouth open

  This is for the Melbourne Writers’ Meeting in April – the theme is feast, and all that entails.

• Blood Life Spills O'er Canvas of Death
  by Symmetry44

  Tyrant is s/he, labor resounds / Stroke by stroke morbidity reaps

  This poem was written several years ago. It pertains to the artist and the torment many artists can face when trying to create “the perfect piece of art.” / To give so much of oneself for such a selfless cause is very telling of each of us who indulge in such tumultuous undertakings all too often, but in the end, more times than not, it is more than worth the effort. / This was written under the guise that art is an endeavor of blood, sweat and tears, therefore please try and read it in the vein that as we give our hearts, minds and souls in order to create the art that others can and hopefully will relate to in some light, so too seek our own in having done so. It just seems to fit so nicely on this site with all the great art and artists who work so hard to create the beautiful artwork we are privileged to see. Enjoy…

• Vampire's Cure
  by Jeannette Sheehy

  “Wouldn’t trust him to teach my granny to suck emu eggs!”

  A(n) homage to my new writer friends on RB. :) / iAN Derrick / Mark Bateman / Matthew Dalton / Millicent Morrow

• Relief
  by Jo O'Brien

  NSFW

• Lukewarm
  by Christopher Heidt

  “Will she notice I’ve fallen? Will she dress my wounds? No (–my God), she’s fallen herself. The daughter is held up by strings tha…

  We are too busy to be the people we should be, and it scares me. It makes me cry at night. It’s not that I am being overly sensitive or critical. Something has shifted, and we are sidestepping the valuable, purposeful things in life. We are scarred little rabbits, ducking back into our safe secure holes. We allow ourselves to become distracted, and commit ourselves chiefly to ourselves. We pursue our professional enhancements with delight, often at the cost of helping all the fallen dying souls around us. In fact, and I see this all the time, we simply step over them in the pursuit of furthering our goals and credentials, as if they are in the way, as if they are objects. Remember, God took hold of us! Now, don’t you dare shoot the messenger, that’s classic avoidance. That will nullify the voice, but not address your own nagging sense (if you should be so blessed) that something about the way you practice your Christianity lacks real life changing power and Holy Spirit potency. We must all ask the question, “Have I made any difference? Have I seen one life, just one besides my own, change as a result of Christ in me?” There are fallen all around us. Pat Benetar had an awesome song in the eighties entitled “Love Is A Battlefield”. Well, my friends, life itself is a battlefield! We wage war not in the natural, not against flesh and blood, but against ancient wicked spiritual forces that are hell-bent on killing the people we need to be trying to save with the message of Christ in them, the hope of glory. We must be prepared to help them practically, as well as minister to them spiritually. It’s the most important work in the world, and degrees and diplomas from the finest institutions won’t mean a hill-of-beans when we face the King, and experience the love of His heart. He won’t judge us for trying to better ourselves, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that when we see Him, we shall be like Him. We shall recall, perhaps even relive, via a divine impartation of His person, how we treated people, how we interfaced with our broken brothers and sisters, those He dearly loves and died to save, which were all around us. Did we even see them there at all? Did we ask them if we could do anything to practically help them (and follow up with meeting a need)? Did we pray for them, even silently, right then and there? How about ask them if we could pray with them on the spot? How complicated is it to ask, “Can I pray for you? Are you okay? Can I help you? I know many of you do this. Many of you are too timid. Pray God will give you boldness, and the willingness to risk embarrassment, a rush of butterflies, even to hear the word “No”, for His greater glory, and in order to take hold of that for which Christ took hold of you. I pray this for myself, and often. “Therefore, as the Elect of God, holy and beloved, put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering; bearing with one another, and forgiving one another, if anyone has a complaint against another; even as Christ forgave you, so you also must do. But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection.” Colossians 3:12-14 NKJV

• Peter and the Tree
  by Pilgrim

  Heavy rains finally broke the drought / A large eucalypt, perhaps 5 feet across, came down / Falling across a fence, it needed to be clear…

  Poem about early friendship, memory, life. It is for my first friend. That first deep friendship is as memorable as one’s first love. Maybe it is one’s first love. / / (The poem is not about Peter O’Sullivan whose obituary I have written also.)

• Baron del Rose
  by Brett Foster

  The first sign of light was from minuscule filament wires within the globes that lined the walls, little orange worms of electricity, spa…

• A Mere Mortal
  by Stephanie Rachel Seely

  The title basically explains it. The fourth line inspired me to create The Blood Of Angels...

  The title basically explains it. The fourth line inspired me to create The Blood Of Angels

• Left Behind
  by Melissa Vowell

  Let me dance within your blood and play throughout your veins. Taste your wilted hopes with every trickle down my throat

• My AB Negative Grocery List
  by screamqueen

  alphabetize my grocery list / memorize it / and store it someplace safe / like your mind / ...maybe / I’ll write you this poem / you can store …