Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Morning by Carolyn Elias


The cool bed rocked 
In a gentle wave. 
You were happy with my scent:  
Sand, wood, smoke.   
Your hand coiled  
Like a spool of yarn 
Around my naked belly 
I lay unfurled.  
Catching your skin,
warm as summer rain.

Read Carolyn D. Elias’ poetry in the anthology: Turn Left at Nowhere. Her work has been published by Lunch Ticket, Apeiron Review, Sassafras Literary Magazine, East Jasmine Review, 1947, Slink Chunk Press, The Tower Journal, Digging Through the Fat, The Magnolia Review, Decades Review, S/tick, HelloHorror, The Altar Collective, The Gambler Magazine, Black Fox Literary Magazine, Ann Arbor Review, Crack the Spine, The Voices Project, Torrid Literature Journal, and Beakful. Look for Carolyn’s upcoming publications in The Poetry Storehouse, Poetica Magazine, Vending Machine Press, The Bookends Review, and Wilderness House Literary Review. Follow her on twitter @CarolynDElias. 

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Photo by Adam Lawrence.

Chicago's Santah is lead by the brother and sister team of Vivian and Stanton McConnell. "Talking In The Mist" is beautifully peaceful closing track to their recently released 2nd full-length album, Chico.  

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