R.M. Engelhardt

There is no thing said between the moments

Complete & unshaken whose voice remains

For the sake of determination.

Mind you, this is truth without the lethargic séance

Of years, mind you
That these are the words of

Hypocrites and players, dreamers & fools who would
Assume or consume your heart with their


Calculate and transcend the towering dooms of doom
Love & cherish all faces equally at the mere

Mention of sirens or hollow men
For beauty is a butterfly up in a tree or quite possibly

The sound of one devoted heart, not a superman

Nor a super model nor the uncontented cries of

Oversexed rock stars.

Time will do quite fine

Without them when time knows what desire

Beholds between the moments & the distance of


Issue 1 : Fall, 2016