FLORA GAEL

I was born in North Carolina in the mid-sixties, and attended graduate school there. At present my main endeavor is free-lance writing. I have published poetry in Dream Kingdoms poetry journal, music reviews in Pop Culture Press, and technical pieces in various magazines.

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DEATH A HEART THROWN BACKWARDS
(derived poetry)


Through a window of hell
I glimpsed an ancient sun
naked except for a mask of skeletons

Through a labyrinth of hell
I walked into a secret void
rustling like a blind volcano

In the palaces of hell
I am an oblique prisoner
I travel through truths
and eclipse all solitudes
with my casket of wings

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UNTITLED

I have become what I am not:
my eyes are warm hallucinations
that can lacerate a wolf's heart
my heart is a swarm of saints
that are dizzy like the eyes of a wolf

my thoughts can plunder
an army of chimeras
my dreams can tame
a terror of prayers

with one breath I can destroy what I am not
and become the eyes of a swarm of dreams

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BLUE GYPSY
(for Edvard Munch)

The tempests teem with blue ghosts
who stalk through veils of thunder
and gulp lightning with their eyes

the tempests teem with blue rain
that twirls like gypsies
through a tunnel of veiled ghosts

The gypsies swallow phantom rain
and twirl through tempests
with eyes like blue thunder