Ama Te Ipsum

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Herkules Hill

I left what was familiar to me and I took a bus into Diablo, a town in the high hills of Wisconsin

I passed by a crowded park where many people enjoyed the day

I pulled the string, but the bus pushed on

I continued up the hill....

Finally, I exited the bus where the hair of the hills met the clouds in the sky

The streets called to me the moment I stepped foot onto the unfamiliar pavement,

Silent and peaceful the streets were

I explored the many homes there

Each home had its own special dwelling

There were wide homes, tall homes, and homes with doors so beautiful you would lose your eyes should you exceed a glance

I came to a home, light gray, ancient orange, and origin black in color

This home called to me, I became the home and the home became me in an instant

The home consumed me, the shutters took over me in that moment

I knew at this moment that this home would be my eternal resting place

I knew this home would bury me and revive me once more -Herkules Hill

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Inkwell (Sample)

Inkwell Written by Christopher Franchise The fog is thick and the hundreds of thousands of weepy willows veiled beneath anciently crafted webs speaking in ominous tones bestow upon these unilluminated environs a delicate touch of days of yore. Charms of benevolent hummingbirds are abound, obnoxious bullfrogs are plentiful and the scattered fleet of scarabs once deterred by a series of stubborn objects and put to flight once more fly through the murky midnight air. The waters of the elephantine lake centrally located within these woods begin to seethe. Maelstroms stir up within the waters as a sagacious soul garnished in black leaves and burgundy vines approaches. With feet bare, arms extended and intentions vividly pronounced this sagacious soul steps slowly into the seething waters of the lake one foot after the other. The benevolent charm of hummingbirds, the fleet of scarabs, the obnoxious bullfrogs and a flock of melanin rich ravens all arrive at this ceremonious event. The black owl perched on the branch of a willow north of the lake stares on as well as the white panther just south of the lake. An elderly man held up by his staff on the east side of the lake cues the young woman west of the lake to release the cage of hornets. The wind begins to lift fallen leaves and other debris off the rich soil, just above the surface of the waters becomes luminous shining a vibrant purple wine-ish color and the fog begins to clear. The sagacious soul is now knee deep in the waters. The sound of the waters being penetrated echo throughout the inaudible woods awaken woodland realm creatures with every wave. The soul indulges in an act of evanescence as it slowly becomes submerged deeper into the waters. Shoulders deep, a word is softly spoken, “Inkwell”.

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[chriscrafty94]

OsaN, a member of the Falleneights collective presents a poem titled “Black Heart”. Open your hearts and your minds to this troubled poet. You may find that your worlds are not far from comparison….Don’t Ask.