Divine Incentive Poem by Ananta Drusus Ectorius

The children walked.
Then they began to run.
Why are we running, one asked?
No one knew. They ran faster.
-'Sun to god' by Landon Osman.


Half-filled coffee cup with cream.
Pool stick lingers by barstool.
Cascading stacks of eggshells
crackle on cedar in smoking firebox.
She pinches clay fingerbowls,
painted cloud designer dreams.
Albino Coyote's ruling class
finger-points 'til arm goes numb.
-'Influx- reservation lockdown' by Max early


An allegory of conquest
so simple a child
can understand it.
Is there a sin to avoid?
Is there a promise to believe?
Is there an example to follow?
Is there a command to obey?
-'The Meadow Views: Sword and Symbolic History' by Laura Da


This is your road—a painful road and drear.
I made the stones—that never give you rest;
I set your friend in pleasant ways and clear,
And he shall come, like you, unto my breast;
But you—my weary child! —must travel here.
-'The mystery' by Margaret Anderson


What you'd like is a more
Attentive lover, I suppose—· Too bad that slow,
Wet scorch of orange blossoms floating towards
The storm drain is not a vein of stars... we could
Make a wish on one of them; not that we would
Wish for anything but the impossible.
-'Out of these moons the sun will rise' by Jay Hopler