Log 155 By Godric By Tommy Coyote Published Issue 098, February 2022 Penciled in stars A yellow pie in the sky Three clouds and a half Promise sticked the windows. Windows big as the world Footnotes thicker than curls Lessons in lines Fertile, steep, canine. Coloring my chest Back, around then up again. Mercy! The […]
Godric By Tommy Coyote Published Issue 096, December 2021 The only thing I’m good at is piecing together story. Bridging gaps in my own life to connect others which I feel is the only thing that nudges my heart. Language. For mutants. Check out more of GODRIC’s work — (@GODRINATI): INSTAGRAM, PINTEREST, TUMBLR, FACEBOOK, TWITTER &
LOG 151 By Godric Photo By Tommy Coyote Published Issue 095, November 2021 My EP out first painting on The Wall. Bony black egg, Dipped in adamantium Like a B.A.P.S. wig. Omari said THE FUTURE IS FUSION What a bar code. No one knows how good Gaga goes with queso Or a night shift, Where
LOG 149 By Godric Photo by Tommy Coyote Published Issue 093, September 2021 Water behind the curtain? No curse or bone Conquers loving myself. It is gift, ever asking, give Warmth or furnace Eyes spelled earnest To walk this ravenous harbor Finger wrestling, Shadow stepping. Mind their reach, Wrap many in silk Arm your heart ready
Log 141 By Godric Photo by Tommy Coyote Published Issue 091, July 2021 Curl me, mink I think my sweat thinks Smelling pennies again And plans of no return To the branchless place Where signal fails, And the temperature is hate Find the moles! Then forget him. Something about watching snakes, Pretending it’s warm in
Log 127 By Godric Photo by Tommy Coyote Published Issue 089, May 2021 And we rolled like carpet, Ivory crustaceans. My heart look like them new Gucci bags Yellow, to the side. Pillow kissed the Sun in a meadow before waffle macchiato licked my turtleneck. Noticed it later, Like lint in a picture. I can
LOG 123 By Godric Photos By Tommy Coyote Published Issue 088, April 2021 Gripping the ground Feet still thawing Heart warmer than brown I’ve gone inside Kept so few around Spiked a mending mind With many words Steady & sound Oh refuge, growing friend Lengthening the work Deepening the pen May we flair our hems
LOG 114 By Godric Photos by Dalvin Nichols Published Issue 087, March 2021 My inner man’s met a renaissance. How I meet days now, are molecularly contrary to navigating them before. What sprung the spring? Peculiar! The quietest thing. Language. The score of humanity. Upon finding, asserted my own. Then, purpose Then, power And finally,