Poems & Essays

23 Mar


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I remember dreaming in words of which

I could not speak, and fearing thoughts

of which I could not hold. Draped over

me like a long-tailed chill. Then I fall in

love with a boy who delivers me from the

whispering ghosts. His tight hugs are so

warm, his kisses sweet. And from the

power that be, life spills as darkness takes

to fright.


Swifter and yet more swift, the

light from which our dual skin coalesce,

sloping down upon a steep descent on my

bicycle handle bar. An alloy of spring rain-

drops and winter snow, the gold beneath the

silvered white. We become one just before

the sun grows cold and the world’s envy

steals our names. Brown eyes and sooty

hair, he shakes the fallen strand where it

curls into beads of sweat. Leaps out of my

hands, half in rueful smiles, the other half

in veiled consciousness.


Sometimes, this boy, of six years and four

months, who would burrow into my skin

with broken sentences and waiting space.

Then, other times, it seems as though I

could mosey on forever upon his solid para-

graphs without the need for punctuation.


My mind recalls the pockets of his tattered

cries now and again, worn into the cracks

of my heart. And the world, whose coldness

I fear will fell the green summer in his eyes.

So, I shall stay awake. In blurred delirium.

In lucid fever. In a storm of sunset rain then

sunrise drought. And I shall stay through

the surfaced joy then strangling despair.


For I know him like I know my own skin. Like a

poet knows his consonant and vowels. Like

a mother’s ocean that drifts into forever, only

breaking where the little streams and small

brooks bend. With compressed sounds. Unheard

yet echoing. And always there.


Lana Bella has a diverse work of poetry and flash fiction published and forthcoming with Anak Sastra, Atlas Poetica, Bewildering Stories, Beyond Imagination, Buck-Off Magazine, Calliope Magazine, Eunoia Review, Cecil’s Writers’ Magazine, Deltona Howl, Earl of Plaid Lit, Family Travel Haiku, First Literary Review-East, Foliate Oak Literary, Garbanzo Literary Journal, Global Poetry, Ken*Again, Kind Of A Hurricane Press, Marco Polo Arts Literary, Nature Writing, New Plains Review, Poetry Pacific, The Commonline Journal, The Higgs Weldon, The Voices Project, War Anthology: We Go On, Thought Notebook, Undertow Tanka Review, Wordpool Press, Wilderness House Literary Review, and Featured Artist with Quail Bell Magazine. She lives bi-continents, in the US and Asia, where she is the wife of a novelist and the mom of two frolicsome imps.

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