The Lesson of the Moth

i was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into
an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires

why do you fellows
pull this stunt i asked him
because it is the conventional
thing for moths or why
if that had been an uncovered
candle instead of an electric
light bulb you would
now be a small unsightly cinder
have you no sense

plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty 
and excitement
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us 
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while 
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
and then we shoot the roll
that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings 
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves

and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself 
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity

but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself

Don Marquis

Welcome Home

It’s not that we need

to find something

or go somewhere to be at peace.

We need to let go of

the seeker that is

seeking to find something

or be somewhere.

Tom Cronin


When lines were only etched on the palm

They told our destiny

We kept them closed in a fist;

When they are draw on the ground

They cut across oceans, countries, homes and hearths.

Lines remain alive

Lines breathe

Lines lash at feet that dare to cross them

Lines slither;

When lines slither they shed their skin

Like snakes do.


I Like You

I like you because

You are a good person

To like

I like you because

When I tell you something special

You know it’s special

And you remember it

A long long time

You say remember when you told me

Something special

And both of us remember

When I think something is important

You think it’s important too

We have good ideas

When I say something funny

You laugh

I think I’m funny and

You think I’m funny too

Hah – hah

I like you because

You know where I’m ticklish

And you don’t tickle me there


Just a little tiny bit


But if you do then I know where to tickle you too

If I’m a goofus on the roofus

Hollering my head off

You are one too

If I pretend I am drowning

You pretend you are saving me

That’s because you really like me

You really like me

Don’t you

And I really like you back

And you like me back

And I like you back

And that’s the way we keep on going

Every day

And I like you because

When I’m feeling sad

You don’t always cheer me up right away

Sometimes it’s better to be sad

You can’t stand others being so googly and gaggly

every single minute

You want to think about things

It takes time

I like you because if I am mad at you

Then you are mad at me too

It’s awful when the other person isn’t


I like you because

I don’t know why but

Everything that happens

Is nicer with you

I can’t remember when I didn’t like you

It must have been lonesome then

I would go on choosing you

And you would go on choosing me

Over and over again

– Sandol Stoddard

Summer Skin

i think it’s crazy.

how the summer summons the sun.

how the sun pulls me out. the house.

i think it’s crazy. that the sun favours.

melanin. burns every other type of skin.

i don’t think it’s crazy, that i strip my body of

body hair

this is the season i glisten

the sun and my skin deserve to dance

without interruption.

i like being darker than everyone else.

is not just something i tell myself

is also something i start to believe

which is crazy. because just the other day. i posted a

photo of my summer body. i wanted. i got.

to show off. against a white dress.

i thought i shaved all the right parts of me. and i’m pretty sure i did.

but no matter what i take off. i am left always . with this skin.

no matter which way i move the blade, it’s a hue darker. this hair. that finds home. in me.

don’t you think it’s crazy. how the sun calls for me.

and i don’t think twice about coming out.

– Neerali Patel