Lunar Light
Journal of Arts and Literature
Reflections, illuminations, insights, and fanciful ponderings for your delight.
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The Roads: Assassination of Black Men (Part II)
EXCITEMENT FILLED US ON THE DAY OF THE PARTY. Mena had purchased new clothes for the three of us because we would attend the party too. Even then, she was exhibiting signs of the fashionista she would become later in life as our financial picture improved. She dressed Malcolm and BB in little boy versions of the popular suit with fitted legs that made them resemble mini Temptations…
Assassination of Black Men (Part I), Virjena Whitehead
IN APRIL OF 1968, I LIVED IN LITTLE ROCK, ARKANSAS, with my mother and two brothers. Von had been sent to Vietnam after he left Germany, so Mena returned to Arkansas and found an apartment in the projects. We didn’t know it, but we were there on the first of what would become a new typical holding pattern for us. The U.S. Army may have drafted Von, but he would voluntarily make it his career. As such, we would spend the next ten years moving from pillar to post…
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…
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…
Our Lunar Daughter, by Keith Gaboury
Our Lunar Daughter
our new moon daughter
descended from an orbiting perch
nine months ago…
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…
Art by Sarah Burkle