Angel On The Beach / January 25, 2019 by Laurence Fuller

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Painting by Enrique Martinez Celaya - Poem by Laurence Fuller

Angels on the beach crash all the black back lit warriors charging the best of the best. Beating wings on the winds of change, there’s now homes and bounties where migrants bless the skies for hope of another country where the water’s warmer. Where hope more freely comes to the rescue of good nature. Where we struck accord in nectar of bigger flowers, flourishing in the glistening rain. Bursting petals under the dawn of waxed out evenings charge the gorgeous sparrows flurry hundreds of colorful feathers. Lift up the aviary of time, there the boy pledges himself to the fresh morning of opportunity, wet the air, golden rays of grit shine dalliance daring and romantic. Open hearts win over crusted cancers, live with promise, I’ve omened so much along this perfect path. Green jade beaks, peck perfectly off the martial honor contemplate the haze, drifting channels in the air know the difference between the wall and the illusions wafting horizons with their ways. Challenge the maker, the creator, the opulent abolition. Ceremony is where he lays his demons to the rest of time.

Voyage Magazine Interview / January 2, 2019 by Laurence Fuller

Thanks for sharing your story with us Laurence. So, let’s start at the beginning, and we can move on from there.
I first fell in love with film when I was a boy, I imagined myself within these great adventures unfolding, and the household I grew up in, was full of art and creation, my mother is an artist, and my father was an art critic championing British Romanticism, that sense of the hopeless Romantic has never left me.

The Wisdom / January 2, 2019 by Laurence Fuller

Scratched up days peddling on the pavement of possibilities, rocks kick up my tires, philosophers bless my ears as I bash down the new world beneath my feet along palm tree paths towards that augury that touched me as me a boy, I remember my cicerones of man.

Bluff The Guts / January 2, 2019 by Laurence Fuller

Here’s what you think you know about me, like I comply to that heavy weighted barb you rip across my flesh with delight. Here I am in front of you, I look with sullen eyes you see me proud, touched by the hands of those elect gentry. I speak, you hear commands & in my knowing phrases of the passages in deafening defeat rinse, repeat those bears of dark minds aren’t we all blind?

New Iridescence / January 2, 2019 by Laurence Fuller

Bashed up kindle washed up by the shores the savage seas swill its froth building in bubbles like the hot boiling temperatures surround her body. The tide flowing in and out with her breathe. Heavy breathing there it is all this under the bright light of the moon.

Leda And The Swan / January 2, 2019 by Laurence Fuller

Leda looked into the pond,
Surveyed her wan features,
Pulled her blonde hair back from her face,
When the feathered creature,
Rising from the water,
Raced with passion to her side,
She unlaced her silky clothes,
Lay stretched in womanly abandon,
Among the rushes on the bank,

Radiation Music / January 2, 2019 by Laurence Fuller

Radiation music call me poet in the dark green sea, making harmony of the columns of my heart, weave toxic sweetness over me. Lick me with cherry melodies of heat and passionate ruptures in the landscape of spilled wisdom.

Prophecy - Peter Howson / January 1, 2019 by Laurence Fuller

They bring prophecy in waves of mankind. I’ll brush down the wind tunnels of golden birch bark pieces looted and completed. Now’s the time to seize the time, our time, your time, desire fed fat paltry peaches chicken coups and joyous roars in the minefields of hungry dogs.