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The Goddess of Woe

The Goddess of Woe

Observing them from behind the invisible veil,
Cackling over their sin and pain entwined souls,
Twisting their paths back toward the old roles,
Playing with their fate till the last doleful wail.

Following her as she stops by the ancient clock,
Whispering to her words of otherworldly bliss,
Preparing fateful circumstances of the last knock,
Annihilating hope of future with a baneful hiss.

Ripping soulmates asunder is my demonic play,
Giving and taking with insouciant and cruel whim,
Showing the mortals their lives are fragile clay,
Filling their hearts with pain throbbing to the brim.

Delighting in brokenness caused by fickle hearts,
Infusing hope only to shatter it anew with glee,
Trampling dreams of picking up the broken parts,
Wreaking havoc before to other amusements I flee.
Jana Vasilj-Begovic

Writing is a creative outlet for me. My regular job deals with military foreign language training and testing (Department of National Defence of Canada), a field in which I have publishe…

Tanka Ambulance

  Tanka Ambulance



upside down

at both ends of day,

all these farewells

like one-legged dogs

chasing the horizon



dreams swirl

in a snow globe on the desk…

for a while

I’m a child again

and you are shoveling the drive



two televisions

on the same channel

in different rooms

the only way we know

to echo each other these days



I cannot stand

to be in the room

one moment more

so many faux feelings

behind their rigor mortis roses



no tanka ambulance

with red lights rolling—

yet what of blood

on the battlefield

with no dog tags?



trying to flee

the whirlwind thorns

all about her

the velocity of sorrows

under a stone sky

Darrell Lindsey
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