Solstice Dark – December 16, 2019 Weekly
This week welcomes the shortest day of the year in the northern hemisphere. And with it, our thoughts often turn cold, gloomy, and dark. Still, even with light and warmth in short supply, we can often find a spark. Sometimes anger fuels us onward, sometimes pain hardens into resilience, and sometimes the lunch hour ends and we just keep living.
"Rebel-sound" by Philip Berry
On the train, the city blurred and oblivious to society’s great divide, Amy sat in awed silence. She felt a splinter settle within her chest. The splinter came to lie alongside the pulsing chambers of her heart.
"Because This One Is Broken" by Millicent Borges Accardi
There was a yellow radiance of sunset and how
it used to be. Please, ask me, husband, and I will bring
you a cup of Vinho Verde. It is what is done
when there are no answers. It is what we do
and what we have always done.
"Writing Suicide Notes in the Bluebird" by David L O’Nan
All of the loves I’ve had
Are banshees of screams
That are cynical in their echoes
The beauties, the art, the maniacal inkblots
The dresses always sway off into the wind
"Shouldn’t Mother Be A Song?" by Prosper Enotor
Now, at dusk mother’s knees do not fail to kiss the floor. Her mouth so full of prayers it drips in her sleep, wincing each time a drool slips through the cuts on her face.
"Where My Heart Is" by Allan Lake
As a child my whole world was a village
in Saskatchewan. Home, school, shop.
Long cold winter? One per year as a rule.
Upon adulthood I discharged myself.
"you will surrender your life" by Linda M. Crate
you buried me during
the day when i was still sleeping
like the coward you were,
but i woke up;
and i broke out of that coffin