Peace Offerings to Mother Earth By Aaron Givens

Beautiful blond child picks sunflowers from lush fields as buildings make their way,
Down from their reign above,
Down from their perched throne,
God of the sky became servants of Mother Earth,
She took a hold of what was rightfully hers and held them to her breast,
Sun flowers feel the warmth of the breeze coming from the west,
Maybe a new wind is on its way?
Thousands upon thousands buried under heavenly weight,
Oppressed like so many,
The child looks out to the sun set,
Viewing a new beginning,
Past the overcoming of waves and sinking ships,
Passed the nuclear atom bombs of life,
The sun will rise again,
Her mother will hold her again,
Against her chest,
Above the womb of life,
Beautiful blond child picks bright sunflowers,
Peace offerings to Mother Earth,
Let your children thrive again.

Native American in Mexico By Aaron Givens

Sea opened my mind to a Mexican back ally apartment filled with Trash,
Dirt,
Angelic junkies shooting up,
Morphine filled veins,
Prostitutes posing for green to feed the beast
Beautiful Native American sits in our minds projecting God’s existence
You’re stuck in that apartment!
Rusty nails,
Foul water,
Drug induced company consumes your soul.
Pillow rest underneath my head, you speak of God “he will pay me back more”
Thin body slowly moving in the ruffled bed filled with Holy angels lost in Limbo
You are almost the Ginsberg sunflower
The Kerouac Yab Yum
Tall Mountain that gives birth to Mother Earth
Passed out in the corner
Baptized by rusty rain water dripping from overhang,
Waves crashing against the walls,
“Only your Mind exists”
“Only your Mind exists”
“Only your Mind exists”
Native American Junky in Mexico
You still believe in God

Toronto: A writing of successive first thoughts about a magnificent city

To Canada
Oh?

Toronto's a fine town

Don't mind if I do
Eh?

Trips on the Queen Liz
Great Falls
Lined Ontario
Sunny skies

In the car
Driving east
Raindrops patter
Skyline clear

CN Tower
Friendly natives
Sparse parking
Beeping traffic

Asians walking
China town?
Much to(o) many
To(o) much ground

I loved her freedom
Her adventurous air
Her sonnerous waters
Her ascending height
Her neon lights
Her uplifting wind
Her posh rhythms
Her nasally natives
An enlivened welcome

She beckons me
Syrup attracts my spirit
Moose make travel
Blue Jays marvel
Maple Leafs soar
Argonauts decrescendo
My eyes rise
to meet my soul
In Toronto's flare
In Toronto's flare

I feel most full

By: Matt Casey