Black Petals Issue #96, Summer, 2021

Painting Light
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Dark Resurrection-Fiction by Michael Hopkins
A Dip in the Pool-Fiction by Hillary Lyon
Far Down in the Credits-Fiction by Roy Dorman
Guilt Trip-Fiction by James Flynn
Ky'thagra's Big Day-Fiction by Devin Marcus
Larger Prey-Fiction by Richard Brown
Lover-Fiction by N. G. Leonetti
Ort's Last Undertaking-Fiction by Taylor Hood
Sail Away-Fiction by Chris Allyne
Sleeping Again-Fiction by Russ Bickerstaff
The Poison Doorway-Fiction by Dionosio Traverso Jr.
The Tick Bite-Fiction by Robb T. White
Bake Sale Inspiration-Flash Fiction by Samantha Carr
Hotel with Full Amenities-Flash Fiction by William Kitcher
Reincarnation Jeopardy-Flash Fiction by Kenneth James Crist
Sex Fiend-Flash Fiction by Karen Bayly
Witches' Sabbath-Poem by Mike Collins
Blood-Poem by Mike Collins
Death's Pornography-Poem by Mike Collins
Temptation-Poem by Mike Collins
Painting Light-Poem by Mike Collins
Dark Waltz-Poem by Marilyn Lou Berry
The Last Victim of Vlad the Impaler-Poem by Mehmet Akgonul
The Bravest Ant-Poem by Mehmet Akgonul
Ain't Alien Spores-Poem by Richard Stevenson
Giant Goldfish-Poem by Richard Stevenson
Igopogo-Poem by Richard Stevenson
Megamouth Has Cavities-Poem by Richard Stevenson

Painting Light

 

Mike Collins

 

Some torturous glint

Of bright lights,

 Spews forth from epidermal pores.

The skin becomes a lantern,

Whether it be a pale white

That brings the sexy hammer vampires to mind,

Or the deep tans

Of the Amazon goddess in a cheesy Italian film.

 Naked,

On a tiger blanket,

Or maybe a pear

Which lies on your belly

As you sleep on a couch,

Which my paints would like to show

On this white canvas.

 

Your light

Could turn the brick walls

Into the purple woods

And red lakes

Of my early childhood.

Each critic would want a taste,

Like giant vultures,

Ready to tear a piece of red meat

To have and hold with the happiness

Revealed by your image.

But it never happens.

Even though I plead and ask

You just laugh and push it away,

Outside on the benches

Or during a friendly conversation

With a smile that hurts more

Then any curse.


Michael Collins is a writer, traveler, marine biologist, and teacher from New Jersey. He went to Ecker College in St. Petersburg Florida where he studied marine biology and creative writing. Afterwards he has has traveled to 34 countries, has enjoyed working with great white sharks, tree frogs, and coral reefs, and loves meeting and being a part of new cultures. His poems have been published in Infernal Ink and Bewildering Stories. The poem “Madhouse Soundtrack” was voted by the publishers of Bewildering Stories into their quarterly review issue for the October to January issue run of the magazine from 2018-2019. He is currently editing his science-fiction novel and teaching in Hungary.

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