The Lutin Muse Literary Magazine for January — March 2012

Picture courtesy en.wikipedia.org

Written by Ken Carman

When we washed upon the shore
Learned to walk
Not swim
Did we wish to crawl back
into that wet womb?
Did we cry
Unto the dry
Less wet sky
Wishing we were blind
So we could not see
Reminded
Of what we lost
By the storms
Or beat down
by the wind
Burned
by fire
And the cruel insult
Irony:
Hard wet
Sleet

Predators
Were our only worry
Before
And that
Had not changed

Tossed upon the shore
We died
And were reborn
Mother water expelled us
From our wet Nirvana
So we might embrace
Mother Earth

The bigger bitch
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©Copyright 2012
Ken Carman
all rights reserved

Image courtesy reallyrobins.wordpress.com

Written by Millie Jenny C.

The phone is ringing.
Try to avoid answering.
Another problem.

I just love the phone.
Here comes another problem.
Won’t listen again.

Watch for slippery ice.
Threatening to make me slip.
Not another trap.

Millie Jenny Carman
1/18/2012

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©Copyright 2012
Millie Jenny C.
all rights reserved

Written by Lilith Raymour

Murder in Ohio
Kent State
Neil Young sings
Chardon High
I write
It never stops

When will we stop killing
to stop the killing
to stop the madness
to stop the misbehavior
to stop the bullies
to stop the traitors
to stop the opinion
to stop belief
or lack of belief
to stop…
to stop…

It never stops
And until we stop
It never will

Violence is a form of societal suicide
That cures NO ills
Empties the mind
Murders the soul
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©Copyright 2012
Lilith Raymour
all rights reserved

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Spirit Temple Mirror: courtesy zelda.wikia.com

Written by Millie Jenny C.

I am beside myself.
Kind’a silly expression.
But no…it’s true.
Yes it is SCARY
I … AM. . . LITERALLY. . .
BESIDE
MYSELF.
Would IT show up in a mirror
Would anyone believe?
But I look over to my right
RIGHT NOW
THERE I AM.
Got to look quickly
Just at the edge. . .
Peripheral vision phantom?
Close my eyes. . .
Gone.
Close again
There I am.

How did this happen?
A shadow of what could be?
Foreshadowing of the future?
The past?
An alternate reality?
Insanity?
Or just a HOP
SKIP
AND A
JUMP INTO THE
TWILIGHT

ZONE?

-Millie Jenny Carman
1/18/2012
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Copyright 2012
Millie Jenny C.
all rights reserved

Toon courtesy johnkstuff.blogspot.com Black Lake courtesy thehobbyking.com

Written by Ken Carman

Life
What do we really know of life?
Shooting down the chute
A slippery slide
Into living
Giving us a slap on the ass
Time starts

Endless hours
Watching classroom clocks tick
Tock
Sometimes block
Imagination

Work robs more minutes: the second hand
A cruel master
Til time goes a bit faster
We run
As waves batter
Winds beat
And occasional pleasure
Punctuates
Otherwise impossible situations

Just when comfort settles in
Our Flintstone feet
Refuse to brake
As we head unto that black lake
Not knowing for sure
What lies at the bottom

Eventual acceptance
Fewer fears
As speeding years
Flash past photons
Tho we’d love to go on
There’s some final bliss
Sinking into the kiss
of the black abyss

A life well lived
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©Copyright 2012
Ken Carman
all rights reserved

The Lutin Muse Literary Magazine: Winter 2012