Whisper Zone

Shift Tectonics…

Presuming dominance
Urbane continent
Trading the heat of spent composition
Actors intercept stark rejoinders
In lyrical clusters
In primal fabric
Audience dreams of a platform entranced
When linked through a process
Of flavored conveyance
Only suggestions
Only ghosts
Wander the pitch
Of silent contours.

Ken (Oba) McSween

Ba Khepre, oil on canvas, by Ken (Oba) McSween

In my dreams he comes to me
And we walk hand in hand
Along ocean shores, mountain tops
And castle walls
His dark hair framing his god-like face
His intense eyes burning into my soul
Leaving me wanting…
What more is said or done I cannot say
For as the new day dawns
He kisses my forehead
Waking me from the dream
Leaving my head in a fog
Grasping at the memories
That fade to black all too quickly

Devonne Morgan