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Roses
by Wayne
Russell
The blood red roses
climbing up the trellis
of infamy
into the complexities
of languid night
their callous thorns
prickly and unhinged
their petals taunt and
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share disinclination,
I am the artist, the painter
of cruel life
my words aim to sooth
the roses in mid symphony
I speak for the broken hearts
throughout the ages, blood
red roses given
love unrequited, their thorns
penetrating raw emotion and
piercing flesh
I am the dream relinquished,
the roses grow overwhelming
and cover what remains.
Wayne
Russell is the author of the poetry book 2020's Where Angels Fear via
Guerilla Genius Press, available for purchase on Amazon; his second book, Splinter
of the Moon, published by Silver Bow Publishing, has just been released and
also can be found at Amazon in both Kindle and paperback edition.
Cindy Rosmus originally hails
from the Ironbound section of
Newark, NJ, once voted the “unfriendliest city on the planet.” She talks like
Anybodys from West Side Story and everybody from Saturday Night
Fever. Her
noir/horror/bizarro stories have been published in the coolest places, such
as Shotgun Honey; Megazine; Dark Dossier; The
Rye Whiskey Review, Under the Bleachers, and Rock and a
Hard Place. She is the editor/art director of Yellow Mama.
She’s published seven collections of short stories. Cindy is a
Gemini, a Christian, and an animal rights advocate. She has recently
branched out into photo illustration.
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