Lunar Light
Journal of Arts and Literature
Reflections, illuminations, insights, and fanciful ponderings for your delight.
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Jaguar Song: Poetry & Art by Sarah Burkle
Her black fur glistens
Even in the dark of the moon
The low growl rumbling in soft waves…
Birdie, by Tressa Brittin Berman
Now I am going to tell a story. What they used to tell about.
—Ella P. Waters
If it wasn’t for Birdie, daughter of Matilda Waters, great-grand-daughter of Sitting Bear, I would not have touched into that small opening that held me to this place from the inside…
Moon Blood: Art by Bhavana Gesota
“Between the black and white,
Lie a multitude of colors.
White.
Refracted through the prism of—
thoughts, feelings, emotions.
Experiences.
Subjective.
Leaving the prism
To dissolve into nothingness.
Into the black.
Rendering the story irrelevant.
What remains is the outcome,
to be felt.
Welcome to my color palette.”
—Bhavana Gesota
Sister Hunting, by Keith Gaboury
When the Sunday morning sun
hands out sunburns
like maternity ward newborns,
I sprint through
that neonate heat…
I Shall Call You, by Kimberly Satterfield
You have so many names, 108?
What should I call you?
Great Mother, Divine Mother—
Using a well-worn salutation feels lazy…
A Finger Skyscraper, by Keith Gaboury
I know I’m unremarkable.
I’m one of 8 billion human beings
all with a pulse
vibrating through limbed consciousness…
Bending to the Day, by Kimberly Satterfield
Wrap me in a shawl of
no expectation,
a blue shawl
with green metallic thread…
Artwork by Brian Wilson
Brian Wilson is a printmaker based in the city of Oakland, California whose work speaks to the intersection of nature and human innovation. Specializing in linocut, risograph, and woodcut, Wilson harnesses these mediums to explore themes of nature's beauty and power, finding beauty particularly in the moments where nature begins to reclaim what was once constructed by human hands…
Wonderfully Weird: Gregangelo Museum…
GET READY FOR A VISUAL TREAT because a truly marvelously weird San Francisco experience awaits, the Gregangelo Museum. Nestled in a lovely quiet neighborhood in San Francisco, the museum has become a magical hidden beacon amongst an enchanted fairy grove full of wonders…
OCD’s Got This, by Cy Anne
I often deal with problems
by saying “I got this.”
This is a lie. I do not got this…
Your Name, by Jennifer Mills Kerr
Heavy on my tongue,
hard candy that doesn’t
melt or sweeten,
the taste of old pennies
in spring water…
Poetry & Photography by Idlore Eroldi
I let the room fill with smoke, from me and the hearth,
for its warmth and musk.
I let my heart get filled with emotion, from building memories upon memories…
A New Unique Literary Journal: WordSwell
Creatives, get ready with your poetry, prose, and artwork! There’s a new literary journal now accepting provocative poetry, prose, and artwork submissions…
Shane Michael Close: Illuminating Paths with Positivity
Where to begin?
If I won
I would pay it forward
I would not worry
I could share it…
Our Lunar Daughter, by Keith Gaboury
Our Lunar Daughter
our new moon daughter
descended from an orbiting perch
nine months ago…
Capricorn New Moon, Poetry by Jacqueline Lasahn
New year, new moon.
Feet on the ground.
Precious life. Precious earth.
Hands on responsibility…
In Honor of the New Moon: Poetry by Mark Coleman; Art by Sarah Burkle
If you knew you were about
To step off the cliff of the known
To slip from the safety of the familiar
Into the womb of darkness
That has no names
Would you still cross that threshold…
Poets Don’t Sleep at Night, by Taya Vasilyeva
Watch video-poem of Taya Vasilyeva reading “Poets Don’t Sleep at Night.”
Drinking wine and watching stars falling.
Another sip, another sleepless night.
They will burn out into inky blackness
just like my muted thoughts, without a fight…
You Have to Cry, by Clive Matson
Watch video-poem of Clive Matson reading “You Have to Cry.”
Don't you know you have to cry?
You have to cry.
You have to cry out all those tears…
Poetry & Art by Derry Van Nortwick
It is not hard to accept that
you are better off without me hanging round
Driving in smokey cars
Crashing through morning
Hard enough
To have had a friend, who now
Rather not care for me at all…
“The darkness in you will begin to glow, and you will see clearly... If you will light your lamp you can gaze far over the ocean and even embark on it. Sitting in your chair you can travel farther than ever...”
Art by Sarah Burkle