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My Mother Did Not Speak to Me of Such Things

When I was young and my mother even younger in the history of the world I stood one day looking at the rain outside the window and on the window.

And my mother did not speak to me of rain upon the sculptures at the Hoysaleshvara temple in Halebedu, Karnataka, SW India, carved in the 1200s of the common era. No. She said farmers need the rain.

And my mother did not speak to me of astronauts or ancient astronauts or vimanas sailing through rain and cloud. No. She said farmers need the rain.

And I believed her. I had no reason to not believe my mother speaking of rain.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vimana

Theory

finally wthis is true w

Physics again standing on its head

Physicists discovering an upside – down world

perhaps this wshe was w

The elementary particles comprising stars can leap

It seems

Across time (if there really is time) reappearing

And appearing in numerous locations at once

new star

The simultaneous stars stretching across infinity

Are one and the same

Projections of one star

multicoloured wfaded w

One star only we see here and there

As if altering as if shadowing our days and years

With a spectacularly aloof performance

deer what w

Like the lover

You just can’t forget

her face wbyzantinian

Previously published in my fourth book of poetry Hierarchy of Loss (Ekstasis Editions 2007)

and ink sketch

 Digital art based on an ink sketch in my moleskin sketchbook.

traces

The moon by Josie Di Sciascio-Andrews

 moon dragon

I am the moon

round

distant

cold light

reflecting the sun’s warmth

back to a blue planet

bluish green

a lover’s smile

forever light years away

faded-goddess2

black space

gravity pulling

tidal waves of emotion

emotional

forever love

on shores of childhood dreams.

village moon

I am the moon

pale maiden in the morning sky

large orange crone at dusk.

river

Alone

I ignite the dark

for moonlight kisses.

garden face

Josie Di Sciascio-Andrews has two collections of poetry: “The Whispers of Stones” and “Sea Glass”.  Nature and one’s place in it, is her muse. In 2013, she was shortlisted for Descant’s Winston Collins Best Canadian Poem Prize. She lives, teaches and writes in Oakville, Ontario, Canada.

K.C. by Steven McCabe

boy and space 2

boy in space

Seeing the unseen between my eyes and outer space

new eye space

I was a boy painting my sparkling new bicycle

With house paint

now this

Squinting in the shade of a sunflower

Wiping soil and lumps of melted star off the brush

the sumerian flower

Aiming for that white-as-a-skeleton-invisible-sky-hourglass

Concept of two gods becoming one

sumerian lad

Me and my bicycle at the intersection –

Red lights fading my pupils dilated

triptych 2eye seven

from Jawbone – Ekstasis Editions – 2005

When I was a boy in Kansas City, one summer, I studied the sky. It was a dull white far off in the distance, and yet up close ‘it’ was invisible. So it dawned on me to paint my new bicycle white; up close the bicycle would be invisible, at a distance everything would seem normal. My mother was more than happy to keep me busy and found the paint and a couple of large brushes. I threw myself into the task, painting the seat, the chain, the handlebars…everything! Sadly the next day the paint flaked off and my experiment failed. Several decades later I was reading a creation myth about two gods battling in the sky. One god lost a foot to a sharp knife and black ‘blood’ (night of course) filled the sky. I remembered painting the bicycle, and decided to harmonize both ‘sky’ narratives, intertwining them in a poem. My editor reviewed my work and, being a minimalist, took out her pen; underlining, crossing out, and circling lines. In the end I had a nine line poem.