Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal

Saudade Matthew Johnson        Sports Editor “Go and bring me that far-off sun, with her deepening flames” Said Tomorrow, fabric-ed in the cloths of another Year and Time. “With her ebbing dawn streaked in fading light, This lowering and rumbling combination of dreams and soul Must now be peeled back under an impending nightfall crescent.” “The moon’s shine has spotlighted those stolen smiles … Continue reading Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal

Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal

Feathers falling at Clover Field Matthew Johnson     Sports Editor The sky is deeper then I sincerely imagined, Unloaded with its white wisps and blue arena. Oh you uncharted branches, With your thrashing in the breezy expanse– I am already distrustful of this hemisphere’s whirlwind, And the blazing swirl of the lowering ring above. If I stay in your distant horizon and deep shade … Continue reading Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal

Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal

i Am Matthew Johnson     Sports Editor Cruelty is the hidden whisper of this maddening frenzy, Paralleled to glimpses of momentary ecstasy. This given breath of whispering death, Equaled to incantations of drugs and sex, Is unending as my built labyrinthine rigmarole, Holds the infidel and innocent, each as collateral. Want to be featured in our weekly Poets’ Pick. Send your submissions to ae.carolinian@gmail.com Continue reading Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal

Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal

Witches Stew as the Ghost Brew Matthew Johnson     Sports Editor Gambled across this harvest mosaic Aflamed in the coolness of a dreamy-world phantomic, All your curses and wicked summonings Of all this evening allows you to tumble and speak Aloud your covered selfhood in unpeeled hues. Do you not hear the wind’s howl? In a migration of those whistling and outstretched black birds, … Continue reading Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal

Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal

“Opened Eyes in a Dim Light” Matthew Johnson     Sports Editor Swayed in bell rings, wondered in an all-consuming fascination, Mine eyes have seen, in this lowly human hollow, A sliver of divine imagination. For this attached memory savors sips of reverence To keep a near empty soul who seeks a liberated penance, Replenishment to last in 24-hour increments. In this world of worried … Continue reading Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal

Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal

Featured poems from our sports editor Matthew Johnson    Sports Editor June, hanging heavy with odors red Dawns on this conscientious life, A far-off player, an unwelcomed silhouette. Those pillars of all those talked about souls Makes me death, awwnd stiffly cold. Take me away from these hard and sanctifying stones And let me sink deep, away from that unmoved nature. You see me haunted … Continue reading Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal

Poets’ Pick

Featured poets from our staff and the community. Matthew Johnson     Sports Editor Standing atop the roof of the world, In hours before time, the Dignified sorcerer Set into motion, a jumble of enigmas unfurled. With innocence in the retinas of the ocular, The firmament shudders in the clutter of cultures Due to the wily schemes of a darkness abductor, Who plans to reshape … Continue reading Poets’ Pick

Poets’ Pick

Featured poets from our staff and the community. Poem courtesy of gwern.net With the autumn sun my birthday comes, and it goes; and the leftover presents’ discarded wrappings remind me of my own fate. Death poems are all just falling blossoms and nonsense: dying is dying Papermachine wrote: What zeal! the wild nights spent burning candles, running up mountains, churning through paper Reply: With such … Continue reading Poets’ Pick

Poets’ Pick

Featured poets from our staff and the community. Matthew Johnson     Sports Editor Bring me your stories, and I will be your keeper of tales. From your towers damselled in distressed, Let me scribble not theirs, but your escaped lores and fables. Away from everywhere, in the midst of this empty, plastic domain, Paint me your passionate parables impressed on your purpose For I … Continue reading Poets’ Pick

Poets’ pick

Featured poets from our staff and the community. Quinn Hunter Layout Editor Flowers won’t grow In this barren place Dirt ain’t got enough of nothin’, No mount of water God bring rain God bring rain My cup runneth over Pink Polyethnen sit cocked On the window sill Fresh ones don’t keep long ‘nough No mount of sugar God bring rain God bring rain My cup … Continue reading Poets’ pick