As you all know, I recently started an online lit mag Olive skins exclusively for abstract poetry and art and I would really appreciate if you all check it out and and submit your work. The details can be checked out here.
So what are you waiting for? Let’s hear your pain, sorrow, art anything surreal right away!
and you need to know
the music of love
silently, dripping from the sky.
Take your time
to know the flower,
the process of assimilation
mulberry touch of the warm earth.
Silence comes in surreal ways.
drink the nectars of blue lips.
Let it be,
the hanging clouds or your numb Cheeks.
Nature injects sweet nights often
disguised in a tunnel of metamorphosis.
Let it sit and evaporate slowly,
a skin so fresh and sublime, now.
A murder of a cold night
for grief is a slumber of dead skins,
The whole of purgatory is a lie of pale belching mouth.
Sip the nights now,
A tomorrow so bright, hanging on your verandah’s rope now.
Submissions for Olive skins, my very own mag for surreal artists is open now. Please fill up my mail with your beautiful writings now. Check out here for more info!