Poetry Notes

By Stephan Pisko Harmonic duality distilling pure perpetuated sweet sighs vibrational variance lively lust plucking tender turmoil asking anxious questions’ who are the notes stuck in these spaces’ we want relative release sensual sonata zombiance – Fluid dripping freeze spacial solitude dancing delirious clip clopping together asking questions’ why why do we do lost lips…

Poems By Andrea Monroe

CRUCIFIED I think I know how Jesus must’ve felt Before a crowd of his jeering nonbelievers I’m a prisoner now of my own pain A martyr of my marriage I’m sucked shallow Fucked dry By a hostile gathering of my own heathens Who go by native-sounding names like Totally Broken Dreams, Love Left Me, and…

Salma Arastu: A Sculptor of the Spirit

  Salma Arastu was born into the Hindu tradition in her native India, and embracing Islam later on, she has enjoyed the beauty of these two distinctive traditions first hand. At birth, Salma Arastu was given the life-defining challenge of a left hand without fingers. Through her belief in the unity of an all-encompassing God,…

Poems By Nathan Robbins

    Old Man Hey there Old Man, It’s been a while hasn’t it? You know the shock you gave me made me sit. If you were hear I could ask, why I’m so vexed. You know I’m still wondering what comes next, But though at times I still feel so lost, Know I’d still…

Celebrating The Life Of M. Elizabeth Pope

  By Austin Winter- Chase   Many of you do not know the person who inspired the Art of Monteque, for some she is  nothing more than a name or myth.   M. Elizabeth Pope was far more than just that………   There are no words to describe M. Elizabeth Pope, but one could still…

Poems By Lin Ross

  Cigarette Poem? ( Maybe… Maybe Not) I have breathed you in… Inhaled you in Drifts and drafts And mad dizzying spins. And I have Sucked you Deeply into my lungs Like some nicotine dream Or herbal retreat… An opiate from A madness That dare not speak Its name. I have breathed you in Inhaled…

Poem By: Sister Jane Elyse Russell

     Breath Of Heaven Standing by the banks of Easter lilies I swallow great draughts of heaven. I long to linger, to live there ever, the Hallelujah Chorus. My home, the lilies perfume my daily breath. But the road wind on away from here, back amid traffic and quarrels. Love has chores, a word…

Poetry By: Monteque Pope- Le Beau

  We Are We are the same not single, but one. Not two but whole. What you see is not what we are. What we are is that which is everything. We are in everything and yet nothing, just a simple sacred spark of the divine. We are the infinite and as vast as the…