Written by Edna St. Vincent Malay & read by Skye Cleary
And what are you that, wanting you,
I should be kept awake
As many nights as there are days
With weeping for your sake?
And what are you that, missing you,
As many days as crawl
I should be listening to the wind
And looking at the wall?
I know a man that's a braver man
And twenty men as kind,
And what are you, that you should be
The one man in my mind?
Yet women's ways are witless ways,
As any sage will tell,—
And what am I, that I should love
So wisely and so well?
Written & read by Elana Seplow-Jolley
And then I take all the pieces, the loose ones coming apart off the fray
I sift them slow between my fingers and the table
small fractals of glass coming off to lodge
in the grooves of the wood where I have
placed my hands before.
And I lay my hands there over the pieces and I begin—
I slide them back and forth, back and
forth with no mind to the sting
until the faces are smoother
and less defined
the edges more
And when I forget they are there
I dust my hands absently against my shins
press my face close to the table
and see the pattern there all along.
You are not the one for me, I whisper.
No, you are not the one.
My fingers trace the tiles
into their proper quiet places.
Written & read by Dan Chung
guessing turn by turn
wandering a labyrinth
circular time loss
leisure time squandered
spent choosing labor wages
believed not a slave
eat sleep drink shit sex
mechanical life fulfilled
wild horses roam
money only buys
what others willingly sell
short-term shortcut fix
what is a human?
vehicle for energy
blessed nature's embrace
wind water plants soil sun
the kingdom's treasure
reserved for those that seek with-
ecstatic open heart
available to all here
from womb to graveyard
chance to build a sacred life
worthy of worship